<?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-8923693123835911771</id><updated>2011-06-26T20:58:43.230-04:00</updated><category term='shoes'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='spoon'/><category term='cry'/><category term='brother'/><category term='aunt kathy'/><category term='holding'/><category term='bedtime'/><category term='binky'/><category term='game'/><category term='night-night'/><category term='christmas lights'/><category term='drums'/><category term='snowman'/><category term='daddy'/><category term='Mommy'/><category term='smile'/><category term='eat'/><category term='baby'/><category term='cuddling'/><category term='hide'/><category term='new baby brother'/><category term='grandma'/><category term='tree'/><category term='sister'/><title type='text'>Daniel's Diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-2165917059384926820</id><published>2009-01-28T12:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:55:21.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mess!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just don't understand Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Mommy pointed to window and said "Look!  Pree!" &lt;br /&gt;But all I saw was that everything was colored white.&lt;br /&gt;Then mommy said we would go for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;A walk is always a good idea, so even though everything was white I said "YETH!" and got my shoes and socks.&lt;br /&gt;But when I was outside walking the white stuff got all over my shoes!&lt;br /&gt;It was a MESS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I tried to show mommy the mess, but she said it was ok.&lt;br /&gt;How can a mess be ok?&lt;br /&gt;She just didn't understand.  So I did what any normal person with a mess would do.  I cried and cried.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said "It's not a mess, it's ok."  But she was wrong!  It was a mess!  It was all over my shoes and I knew if I walked it would get more on my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;So I made mommy carry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided it would be bestest if I went in my house.  &lt;br /&gt;I was so upset with the mess that I still had to cry and cry.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that would make me better was a cookie.  So I let mommy give me one.&lt;br /&gt;After I had my cookie I started to worry about Brufver and Sitter, cause they were still outside in the mess.&lt;br /&gt;But when I watched out the window and saw Brufver and Sitter throw white balls at each other and go BONK!&lt;br /&gt;They didn't seem to mind.&lt;br /&gt;And it was kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;But it was still a mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-2165917059384926820?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2165917059384926820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=2165917059384926820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/2165917059384926820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/2165917059384926820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/01/mess.html' title='A Mess!!!!!!'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-1190524332643792673</id><published>2009-01-13T14:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:15:46.074-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>Baybee Says Hello</title><content type='html'>Baybee knows I talk to special friends here with you, Diary.  So he asked if he could say something too.&lt;br /&gt;I had to think about it a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;After all, I put my mostest best thoughts here.  So I didn't know if I wanted him to say things too.&lt;br /&gt;But this morning he gave me one of his goodest smiles, so I said Oh K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Baybee says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;My name is Sammy but brufver Daniel calls me Baybee.  I am very little so I don't have many words.  But I want to say the sound of Mommy closing her eyes is very loud.  I hope she won't do it again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-1190524332643792673?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1190524332643792673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=1190524332643792673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/1190524332643792673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/1190524332643792673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/01/baybee-says-hello.html' title='Baybee Says Hello'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-519800603965074989</id><published>2009-01-05T10:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:33:41.181-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night-night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drums'/><title type='text'>Drummin!</title><content type='html'>I woke up during my nigh-nigh time again.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be a good idea to get up and go play my drums.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason mommy would not let me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;She usually likes it when I play my drums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-519800603965074989?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/519800603965074989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=519800603965074989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/519800603965074989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/519800603965074989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/01/drummin.html' title='Drummin!'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-6427982284103544553</id><published>2009-01-04T16:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:55:22.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Talk Good</title><content type='html'>Mommy seems to have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason she can't understand me even though I know I talk good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will talk to Mommy and she will say back to me "Honey, I don't know what you are saying."&lt;br /&gt;So, because I know Mommy needs extra help, I say it again.&lt;br /&gt;She just looks at me.  "Mama glabhad beepo unda gah mee yaaahdo too?", she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does she say that?&lt;br /&gt;I am very clearly saying "Mommy, I cannot find my big monkey.  Could you please come in my room and look for it with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she starts to understand me soon.  This is getting very frustrating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-6427982284103544553?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6427982284103544553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=6427982284103544553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/6427982284103544553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/6427982284103544553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-talk-good.html' title='I Talk Good'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-7947718891721689754</id><published>2009-01-03T18:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:46:23.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Busy Boy</title><content type='html'>Oh, Diary. I am the sorriest ever that I haven't talken to you in a couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I have been very busy playing with many new toys.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I would have rather talked to you... but I couldn't upset mommy, daddy, Aunt Kahkee and Granma by not playing with toys.&lt;br /&gt;They seemed to want me to play with them, so of course I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said it was my birfday and I should do Happy Birfday things.&lt;br /&gt;It was a little confoozing though. They gave me boxes that were very pretty and then had me tear the pretty pictures off.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy usually yells at me if I tear pretty pictures, so I don't know why I was not a bad boy this time. But what is bestest is that under the pretty pictures were boxes with TOYS!!&lt;br /&gt;It was so great.&lt;br /&gt;I got a fire engine and my very own kitchen to cook in and other greatest stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having so much fun with all my new toys. But then a couple days later someone I don't know gave me toys too!&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said that during my nigh-nigh time, someone named San-na came into our house and left us all presents under the tree with pree lights!!&lt;br /&gt;San-na gave me drums and a a car I can dwive!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to tell you more, Diary, but of course I have to get back to my playing. I promises Bruhver I would make him an orange juice donut cake in my kitchen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-7947718891721689754?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7947718891721689754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=7947718891721689754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/7947718891721689754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/7947718891721689754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/01/very-busy-boy.html' title='A Very Busy Boy'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-3118812869891765398</id><published>2008-12-24T20:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T12:57:26.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NoNoNoNoNononononononono!!!</title><content type='html'>I got a secret note the other day.&lt;br /&gt;When Mommy and I were bye-bye at the Big Place With Many Toys, I got close to another stroller and a boy that was just a little bigger than me gave me a note.&lt;br /&gt;It is supposed to be a big secret, but I know I can tell you, Diary. &lt;br /&gt;It said:  "Daniel.  You have been two years old for a few days now.  It is now your job to say "no" to everything.  You must start to do this right away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.  I am glad I got that note. &lt;br /&gt;I will work on my "No"s right away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-3118812869891765398?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3118812869891765398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=3118812869891765398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/3118812869891765398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/3118812869891765398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/nononononononononononono.html' title='NoNoNoNoNononononononono!!!'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-3073941922144569679</id><published>2008-12-19T00:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:30:43.644-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='binky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas lights'/><title type='text'>Oh Binky Tree</title><content type='html'>I was looking at our Kissmas Tree and I think it needs some more pretty things on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baybee has a pretty purble binky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will put that on tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pree!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-3073941922144569679?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3073941922144569679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=3073941922144569679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/3073941922144569679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/3073941922144569679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-binky-tree.html' title='Oh Binky Tree'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-9211749320796303765</id><published>2008-12-18T10:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:28:29.589-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spoon'/><title type='text'>There Is No Spoon</title><content type='html'>I have a secret from Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhhhhh! No telling!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy thinks I don't know how to use a spoon to eat.... but I DO! I just don't wanna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I mighta made a boo-boo though.&lt;br /&gt;We were bye-bye and Mommy got me some yummy ice cream and she was feeding it to me.&lt;br /&gt;But then Mommy started talking to Aunt Kahkee and forgot to put the ice cream in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I really needed to have it, so I took the spoon and put the ice cream in my mouth myself.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy didn't seem to notice right away, but then when she did she said "DANIEL!  What are you doing?  You won't use a spoon at home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did my bestest pretending that I wasn't doing anything diffrent.&lt;br /&gt;I think I did a good job, so maybe Mommy won't bemember that I used a spoon for my ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;So if she asks you if you have seen me use a spoon, you must say "NO!"  "NO SPOON!"&lt;br /&gt;Ok?&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-9211749320796303765?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9211749320796303765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=9211749320796303765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/9211749320796303765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/9211749320796303765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-is-no-spoon.html' title='There Is No Spoon'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-3687708206033958470</id><published>2008-12-15T11:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:08:37.650-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas lights'/><title type='text'>PREE LIGHTS &amp; NOMAN!!!</title><content type='html'>Something great is happening!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we go bye-bye at night time there are many many pree lights!!!!&lt;br /&gt;One day a house near my house looked like it always does, but then the next day it was covered with many pree lights and had a giant NOMAN on the grass!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was so great!!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to stop looking at it, but Mommy drove away anyway.  So I yelled "MORE MORE" so she would know I wanted to see more pree lights.&lt;br /&gt;Many of the houses also have the Noman -- and I always tell Mommy by yelling "NOMAN" to make sure she sees it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the bestest things is that one day when we got to my house there were pree lights on MY house!!!  And I can even see them when I am inside!  It is very great.&lt;br /&gt;I start asking for the pree lights as soon as I wake up... but Mommy keeps saying they won't be on until it is night time.  I don't know why I should wait.  I want to see them NOW!  And all day long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-3687708206033958470?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3687708206033958470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=3687708206033958470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/3687708206033958470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/3687708206033958470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/pree-lights-noman.html' title='PREE LIGHTS &amp; NOMAN!!!'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-1700106592613633056</id><published>2008-12-11T23:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:36:11.766-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuddling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Baybee DOWN!</title><content type='html'>My idea to put my Bestest Friend Monkey on Mommy's lap so there is no room for Baybee is not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Mommy was AGAIN holding Baybee.&lt;br /&gt;Baybee always gets to be held by Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the time I don't want Mommy to hold me because she won't stop cuddling when I want, but now I can't even pretend I want Mommy to hold me because she already has Baybee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to tell Mommy the way I need things.&lt;br /&gt;I went over to her and I pointed to Baybee and said "DOWN!"&lt;br /&gt;Mommy looked at me and said "But I am holding Baybee, you have to share Mommy."&lt;br /&gt;"DOWN!" I said again with my mostest powerful voice. And I pointed to Baybee again.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy just looked at me some more.&lt;br /&gt;Then she said "You want me to put Baybee down?"&lt;br /&gt;"YETH!" I said!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said she would try to let us share her, and she put Baybee on the couch next to her, then she let me up in her lap with my Bestest Friend.&lt;br /&gt;That will teach Baybee.&lt;br /&gt;I always get to have Mommy when I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-1700106592613633056?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1700106592613633056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=1700106592613633056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/1700106592613633056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/1700106592613633056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/baybee-down.html' title='Baybee DOWN!'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-7497863616340391181</id><published>2008-12-07T19:57:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:37:10.722-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new baby brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aunt kathy'/><title type='text'>Uh Oh Baybee!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh, Diary!!! What should I tell you first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have been happening. And it is all so strange.&lt;br /&gt;For a long time mommy didn't feel very good, and for some reason her lap kept getting smaller. I kept looking for all my balls, because I thought mommy was playing a game and hiding them under her shirt. But I never found them there.&lt;br /&gt;Then, for a couple weeks we kept going bye-bye to a big building that mommy said I was at when I was a tiny baby.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was no fun to play with and Bruhver and Sitter played with me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I also got to see Granma and Aunt Kahkee a lot, which was great.&lt;br /&gt;Then, one day when it was still dark outside, I went bye-bye with Granma and Aunt Kahkee.&lt;br /&gt;We all went to the big building again, and then we sat in a place with tables and chairs for a long time. Aunt Kahkee gave me a new phone and I had much fun calling all my girlfriends on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many hours of playing games and watching my Melmo videos, Aunt Kahkee and Granma took me to another room where mommy was!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was lying in bed and everyone was looking at something mommy was holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is where it gets really strange.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was holding something that looked like a dolly and they kept calling it "Baybee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy had given me a dolly a very very long time ago when I was a smaller boy, and they called it "baybee" -- but I didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;It was boring and I pretended it wasn't there and played with my truck instead.&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna pretend this Baybee isn't there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy held me and pointed to Baybee and asked if I wanted it, and I said "NO NO BAYBEE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they didn't listen to me!&lt;br /&gt;Many days later Mommy came home, but she brought Baybee with her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone kept looking at Baybee and wanting to hold Baybee and telling me to be nice to Baybee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping Baybee would go away, but he is still here.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy hold him a lot, and sometimes he is very noisy!&lt;br /&gt;He has even woke me up from my nigh-nigh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the worst thing of all, Diary, is that once we went to the store -- and the lady I was smiling at talked to Baybee and looked at Baybee and never looked at me!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was giving her my bestest cute smiles, and she didn't see them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to be nice to Baybee, and sometimes I even help Mommy by giving her Baybee's binky or blankee.&lt;br /&gt;But I still like it best when Mommy doesn't have Baybee in her lap.&lt;br /&gt;I think tomorrow I will put all my Bestest Friend Monkeys on her so there will be no room for Baybee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-7497863616340391181?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7497863616340391181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=7497863616340391181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/7497863616340391181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/7497863616340391181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/uh-oh-baybee.html' title='Uh Oh Baybee!!!'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-5760829664248074019</id><published>2008-08-05T23:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:37:57.565-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><title type='text'>Uh Oh Night Night</title><content type='html'>I don't know what is going wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I was doing nigh nigh the way I like it, but mommy didn't do it my way tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mommy puts me to nigh nigh I cry and cry until she then gets me and we lay on her bed and watch my shows on the big TV. It is so nice. I get to do some cuddling with mommy and Bestest Friend Monkey and binky while watching shows.&lt;br /&gt;She always is done with big tv before me -- and I try to tell her by crying -- but I don't think she hears me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when daddy puts me nigh nigh I don't bother to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I know daddy won't do the big tv cuddling.&lt;br /&gt;So I just go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many nights daddy was home to put me nigh nigh so I just had to listen to my Elmo la-las and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;But finally tonight it was just mommy again.&lt;br /&gt;So, I cried and cried like always.&lt;br /&gt;But mommy didn't come in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried and cried more and I got really upset. I even yelled at her and hit my bed with my hands.&lt;br /&gt;Then mommy came in... but she didn't even pick me up!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;All she did was give me a hug and then say "Daniel it is nigh nigh time, I won't come in again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is going wrong!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;I thought mommy knew what I wanted!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was upset but I could tell she was telling the truth. So I decided to go to sleep after a couple minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try again tomorrow though.&lt;br /&gt;She probably wasn't really serious about not coming in again. I probably gave up too easy.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she didn't hear how upset I was.&lt;br /&gt;I will cry longer tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-5760829664248074019?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5760829664248074019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=5760829664248074019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/5760829664248074019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/5760829664248074019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/08/uh-oh-night-night.html' title='Uh Oh Night Night'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-3756137459770012258</id><published>2008-08-03T00:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:38:35.786-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>A Great New Game!</title><content type='html'>I have a great new game I am playing with mommy!&lt;br /&gt;I took one of her shoes and made it go bye-bye in a secret place!&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was looking all over for her shoe. She asked me if I knew where it was, but I pretended to be too busy with my toys.&lt;br /&gt;It is so great to be playing with mommy like this.&lt;br /&gt;I think she is having fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-3756137459770012258?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3756137459770012258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=3756137459770012258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/3756137459770012258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/3756137459770012258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-new-game.html' title='A Great New Game!'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-1896957948044023069</id><published>2008-07-26T16:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T17:17:41.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooooooo</title><content type='html'>I was going nigh-nigh yesterday when all of a sudden my light and my la-la music went bye-bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't asleep yet, so I decided to cry cause it was kinda scary.&lt;br /&gt;When sister took me out of my room I couldn't see anything!  And then I saw brother and mommy with little sticks that had light on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy then gave me a little stick with a light and it was great!  Where ever I went the light was there!  I decided to run all around to see what my room and the hall and the kitchen and the living room and the kitties and my toys and brother and everything looked like with this little light!  I ran and ran and ran.  Sometimes I fell down went boom cause I couldn't see a toy on the floor -- but I just laughed cause it was so great to run and run with the little light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later all the big lights turned on again and then mommy said I didn't need the little light and it was nigh-nigh time.&lt;br /&gt;I was very sad!&lt;br /&gt;I was having so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope mommy decides to turn all the big lights off again soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-1896957948044023069?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1896957948044023069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=1896957948044023069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/1896957948044023069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/1896957948044023069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/07/ooooooo.html' title='Ooooooo'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-730438189882601697</id><published>2008-07-12T21:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T21:59:01.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Words</title><content type='html'>I have decided to work on some of my words.&lt;br /&gt;These are some of my favorites so far:&lt;br /&gt;*  yeth -- so I can say "yes" to things&lt;br /&gt;*  dohw dar -- means "downstairs" cause I want to go play with brother and sister&lt;br /&gt;*  bov ber -- means "brother" so I can ask him to come play with me&lt;br /&gt;*  baah-oo -- means "balloon" so I can play with my balloon or ask for one&lt;br /&gt;*  bah bah -- of course is for when I want to go bye bye&lt;br /&gt;*  keee -- so I can talk about kitty kat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of other words I like too, but I don't feel like saying them.  Mommy is always bothering me to say them, so I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;But I do like these words too:&lt;br /&gt;*  pizza&lt;br /&gt;*  cheeseburger&lt;br /&gt;*  hungry&lt;br /&gt;*  drink&lt;br /&gt;*  dance&lt;br /&gt;*  monkey&lt;br /&gt;*  binky&lt;br /&gt;*  outside&lt;br /&gt;*  walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many others I like, but I don't want to use them all up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-730438189882601697?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/730438189882601697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=730438189882601697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/730438189882601697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/730438189882601697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-favorite-words.html' title='My Favorite Words'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-4294802791379923004</id><published>2008-06-14T07:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T12:52:41.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Out?</title><content type='html'>All I was doing was playing with my truck.&lt;br /&gt;But a few minutes later mommy and daddy were using loud voices at me and saying "You hurt sister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I had to cry.&lt;br /&gt;And cry.&lt;br /&gt;And cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just been playing with my big truck and then I thought it would be fun to pretend it was a ball.   So I threw it for sister to catch.&lt;br /&gt;But she didn't catch it.  It hit her in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then mommy and daddy started the loud voices and mommy made the truck go bye-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to stop crying so that mommy and daddy could know how much I don't like the loud voices.&lt;br /&gt;Then mommy said "Time Out" and put me in my bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ask for nigh nigh!&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't nigh nigh time.&lt;br /&gt;I cried for a while longer... then I decided to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after I played with some things mommy then came and got me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;When I was crying a lot mommy would not cuddle me.&lt;br /&gt;But when I decided to play by myself she came and got me.&lt;br /&gt;Very strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how far I can throw my truck next time... it is heavier than a ball....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-4294802791379923004?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4294802791379923004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=4294802791379923004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/4294802791379923004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/4294802791379923004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-out.html' title='Time Out?'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-2590968037147163094</id><published>2008-06-10T18:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T18:32:15.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boys Don't Cuddle!!!</title><content type='html'>I don't know why mommy won't understand.&lt;br /&gt;I am a big boy and I don't want to be held by mommy unless I ASK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do want mommy cuddles.&lt;br /&gt;If I am tired and don't want to go nigh nigh. Or if my tummy or teeth hurt. Or if I am watching my lala videos.&lt;br /&gt;Or if I fall down and go boom.&lt;br /&gt;Those are good for mommy cuddles.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes mommy just picks me up for no reason and wants to hold me and hug me!&lt;br /&gt;What does she think I am??? A baby!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I still like my binky and have decided to carry Bestest Friend around all day does NOT mean I am a baby!&lt;br /&gt;I am just making sure I know where they are!&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-2590968037147163094?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2590968037147163094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=2590968037147163094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/2590968037147163094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/2590968037147163094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-boys-dont-cuddle.html' title='Big Boys Don&apos;t Cuddle!!!'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-3191043881973371311</id><published>2008-06-01T19:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T19:47:25.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying New Things</title><content type='html'>I have decided to try some new things recently.&lt;br /&gt;My day was getting boring. Same toys, same clothes, same games with brother and sister, same foods.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell mommy is also getting bored with what I do, so I thought she would be happy with new things too.&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday I decided it might be nice not to wear a diaper anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy had changed me but didn't put my shorts back on, so I was able to get to the pull thingies on my diaper. When he wasn't looking I took it off.&lt;br /&gt;It was great!&lt;br /&gt;I ran all around and nobody knew my secret because my t-shirt was long.&lt;br /&gt;Then mommy picked me up to hold me and I leaned back to cry about it. Ooops.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy then said "He isn't wearing a diaper at all!"&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I tried something new too.&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking for extra food at meals, and then I see how far I can throw pieces.&lt;br /&gt;I can get them pretty far.&lt;br /&gt;I also made my chicken sticks dance for mommy.&lt;br /&gt;She thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;I think tomorrow I will make my diced apples dance too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-3191043881973371311?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3191043881973371311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=3191043881973371311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/3191043881973371311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/3191043881973371311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/06/trying-new-things.html' title='Trying New Things'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-3027887559065389351</id><published>2008-05-28T21:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:55:36.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO NO NIGH NIGH!!!!</title><content type='html'>I was all ready for nigh nigh.&lt;br /&gt;I had binky, Bestest Friend, and my Elmo CD was playing la la music.&lt;br /&gt;THEN SOMETHING REALLY SCARY HAPPENED!!!&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, there was a bump and something was in my bed with me!&lt;br /&gt;I looked at saw it was kitty kat.&lt;br /&gt;Normally I like kitty kat... but not in my BED!!!&lt;br /&gt;I jumped up and started crying and yelling for mommy or daddy!!!&lt;br /&gt;After a minute mommy came in and asked what happened and then she saw kitty kat and said "Oh my!" and took kitty kat out of my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says that it would have been ok, that kitty kat probably would have just curled up and gone to nigh nigh next to me... but I don't care! My bed is mine! Not kitty kats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to go now.&lt;br /&gt;Even though mommy put me back to bed and turned my lala CD on again, I still think I need to cry a lot.&lt;br /&gt;After all, I am awake now.&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna ask for my lala videos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-3027887559065389351?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3027887559065389351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=3027887559065389351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/3027887559065389351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/3027887559065389351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-no-nigh-nigh.html' title='NO NO NIGH NIGH!!!!'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-6949481108278017623</id><published>2008-05-27T09:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:43:41.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More About Bestest Friend and Other Things</title><content type='html'>It is supposed to be a secret, but I really have THREE Bestest Friends.  And they all look just the same.&lt;br /&gt;It is important to make sure that I am not hugging one Bestest Friend more than another or they might get mad.  So this morning I made mommy let me take the two Bestest Friends that were in my bed with me when I got up.  So now I have all three in the living room and I can take turns hugging them today.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is good.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take a chance that any of my Bestest Friend's will be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have other things to say too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today mommy gave me a yummy thing I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;She said it is a pepper int patty.&lt;br /&gt;I think I like it.  But I am not sure.  It does funny things in my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;I will ask for more later.  But for now I think I will just carry a piece around for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-6949481108278017623?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6949481108278017623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=6949481108278017623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/6949481108278017623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/6949481108278017623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-about-bestest-friend-and-other.html' title='More About Bestest Friend and Other Things'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-1306242308884312065</id><published>2008-05-23T17:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:28:22.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestest Friend</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I am not paying enough attention to my Bestest Friend.&lt;br /&gt;He has looked sad.&lt;br /&gt;So, for the past several days I have been carrying Monkey around all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made sure that I got him before mommy took me out of bed in the morning, and this morning I was extra careful to never let go even when mommy changed my diaper and got me dressed.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy kept trying to get me to put him down, but I said no.&lt;br /&gt;I was not going to hurt Monkey's feelings anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is in the middle of the floor now, but I know he is happy.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;A person knows these things about their Bestest Friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-1306242308884312065?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1306242308884312065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=1306242308884312065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/1306242308884312065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/1306242308884312065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/bestest-friend.html' title='Bestest Friend'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-9107196109755891475</id><published>2008-05-20T21:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:37:57.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Confusing Things</title><content type='html'>Mommy and daddy took me to a great Daniel store today.&lt;br /&gt;It had many many toys, and there was a picture of a giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was gonna get some kind of new great thing, but when we were in the car, daddy gave me a fake baby.&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember asking for a fake baby, and I saw many monkeys there, so I don't know why I have a fake baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then when we got home, mommy starting telling me to touch the fake baby like it was one of the kitty kats.  "Niiicee.  Be nice" she always says when I want to touch a kitty.  And she said the same thing about the fake baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to uncover the baby and look at it.  Cause maybe it was fun in a way I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;So I poked the baby's eyes and mouth a bit, and I made sure it had a belly button.&lt;br /&gt;But it didn't beep, or make a noise, or anything.&lt;br /&gt;Really boring.&lt;br /&gt;So, since mommy said to be nice, I covered the baby back up with it's blankie, but then I was done.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said "shhh baby sleeping" but I didn't care. &lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;It is really a boring fake baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am just gonna ignore it from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-9107196109755891475?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9107196109755891475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=9107196109755891475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/9107196109755891475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/9107196109755891475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-confusing-things.html' title='More Confusing Things'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-2632528746695297991</id><published>2008-05-17T10:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T10:18:57.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La La La Videos</title><content type='html'>I need to get Grandma to come over more.&lt;br /&gt;She likes to tell mommy things like "you are going to make a spoil baby".  Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;But mommy said yesterday she thinks Grandma is making a spoil baby too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to watch my La la la videos again.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said no.&lt;br /&gt;I asked many times and mommy said no and daddy said no.&lt;br /&gt;(Shhhh... I didn't tell daddy mommy had already shown me some la la las in the morning.)&lt;br /&gt;But when Grandma was over to my house and I asked for la la la, and mommy said no, and then Grandma said "Ohhhhhhh why not???"&lt;br /&gt;And so mommy showed me the la la la videos again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime I see mommy on the com-poo-ter thing I ask for la la la.&lt;br /&gt;And if Grandma was here I could get mommy to show me them all the time.&lt;br /&gt;That would be great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-2632528746695297991?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2632528746695297991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=2632528746695297991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/2632528746695297991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/2632528746695297991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-la-la-videos.html' title='La La La Videos'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-293076741285604680</id><published>2008-05-13T10:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T10:55:54.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpful Me</title><content type='html'>Today mommy is doing things with yummies in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to help, so I stood at my gate and yelled for mommy to let me in.&lt;br /&gt;She said "We are going to make din din for grandma's birfday.  Do you want to help?"&lt;br /&gt;I said "YETH!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was doing stuff where I could not reach to help, so I decided to do other things.&lt;br /&gt;I knew she would need bowls and lids and things, so I went to where I see mommy hide those and I got them all out.  Now mommy can pick which one she wants without having to look!&lt;br /&gt;Mommy made a noise using her breathing.&lt;br /&gt;That must mean I did good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I saw my box of capri sun drinks.  I know mommy always opens them for me, so I thought it would be good if I took them all out of the box so she could get to them quick.&lt;br /&gt;I told mommy I was helping, but I also kinda wanted to make sure she did not forget where they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was also sometimes opening up a special door that she put dirty things in.  So I decided to open that door for her.  Mommy made the breathing sound again, and then said "no thank you" and closed that door. &lt;br /&gt;She must be done with it, cause I know she uses it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy took me out of the kitchen and said she is done for now, but I hope I can help more later.  Maybe I can help when she takes clothes out of that white thing in the closet.  She always likes it when I carry them around and make piles for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a GOOD HELPER!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-293076741285604680?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/293076741285604680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=293076741285604680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/293076741285604680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/293076741285604680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/helpful-me.html' title='Helpful Me'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-6471541821561441498</id><published>2008-05-12T19:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T19:30:52.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointy Color Thingies</title><content type='html'>Today mommy was using a pointy thing to make lines on some paper.&lt;br /&gt;So when mommy was getting me a drink I decided to try it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the pointy thing and tried to make lines but it wouldn't work.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy saw what I was doing, and she pushed a button and handed it back to me.  This time when I tried to make lines it worked!!  I made many lines!!&lt;br /&gt;Mommy kept saying "GOOD JOB!  YOU ARE COLORING!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we went to the store mommy got me something called col-or won-der mark-ers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner she gave me the new pointy things and the paper that was in the bag.&lt;br /&gt;I liked making marked on that paper.  But then sister and brother and mommy wanted to help and I said "NO!!!! MINE!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;I was getting SO MAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;These new pointy things are all mine, and they kept making marks or taking them out of my hands!!&lt;br /&gt;HOW RUDE!&lt;br /&gt;Then mommy took them away and said "Daniel!  I do not like your atttttt....  attteeeetoood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I had to go over and throw my animal toys.&lt;br /&gt;So there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-6471541821561441498?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6471541821561441498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=6471541821561441498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/6471541821561441498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/6471541821561441498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/pointy-color-thingies.html' title='Pointy Color Thingies'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-3385682829390793982</id><published>2008-05-07T17:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:38:04.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Sister</title><content type='html'>Sister is soooooooo mean.&lt;br /&gt;She is sitting on the chair right now doing things with colored string and she won't let me help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  asked and asked and gave my cutest smile.&lt;br /&gt;She still said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said that what sister is doing is called crot-chet-ing with ya-arn.&lt;br /&gt;The string is so pretty.  I just want to touch it.&lt;br /&gt;She twists it and tangles it and it makes a line and the line makes a blankie that I could cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I can't help.&lt;br /&gt;I can do what she is doing.&lt;br /&gt;I can tangle string too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean mean sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-3385682829390793982?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3385682829390793982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=3385682829390793982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/3385682829390793982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/3385682829390793982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/mean-sister.html' title='Mean Sister'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-6458902751501631746</id><published>2008-05-04T16:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:49:25.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Cookie</title><content type='html'>Mommy took me outside to play on my deck and she showed me a big square bucket thing filled with cookie crumbs.&lt;br /&gt;She also showed me a big spoon thing and then played in the crumbs with it.&lt;br /&gt;Then she pounded her hands in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "Daniel look at the sand and shovel" but I didn't know what that was.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is this new cookie isn't very yummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-6458902751501631746?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6458902751501631746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=6458902751501631746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/6458902751501631746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/6458902751501631746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/strange-cookie-dough.html' title='Strange Cookie'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-4415632783227437143</id><published>2008-05-03T23:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:50:00.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Aunt Kathy?  Maybe NOT!!!</title><content type='html'>I think I saw Aunt Kathy today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and daddy took me bye-bye to another house, and some lady who looked like Aunt Kathy was there.&lt;br /&gt;But I only EVER see Aunt Kathy at MY house, so how could Aunt Kathy be at this other house??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided the only safe thing to do was cry and hold onto mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maybe Aunt Kathy person said I had been to this house before -- but I don't remember that at all.  And I certainly can't trust a Maybe Aunt Kathy, so I made mommy hold me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;The Maybe Aunt Kathy put on glasses and changed her hair, and it did kinda make her look like the Real Aunt Kathy.  But still... better safe than sorry... so I held tighter to mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got confoozed though because the Maybe Aunt Kathy knew I liked to watch the La La La Elmo videos.  She put them on her com-poo-ter, and since I had to let go of mommy to see them better I took the chance for a minute.  But I made sure mommy stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mommy and daddy said it was time to go bye-bye from this house so I could go home and go nigh-nigh.&lt;br /&gt;Just to be nice, I said bye-bye to the Maybe Aunt Kathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I see the Real Aunt Kathy at my house soon, maybe I will ask her about all this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-4415632783227437143?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4415632783227437143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=4415632783227437143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/4415632783227437143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/4415632783227437143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/maybe-aunt-kathy-maybe-not.html' title='Maybe Aunt Kathy?  Maybe NOT!!!'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-8492949003066353956</id><published>2008-05-02T08:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T08:51:15.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Yummy Song</title><content type='html'>Sing sing sing.... I like to sing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"M&amp;amp;Ms are yummmmmy......&lt;br /&gt;I like M&amp;amp;Msssssssssss.....&lt;br /&gt;They maaaaaake my face bluuueeeeee and greeeennn and oraaaaange.....&lt;br /&gt;And thaaaat is fuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnny......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My song is over now.&lt;br /&gt;Did you like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says M&amp;amp;Ms are not supposed to melt all over me -- that their commericials aren't true.&lt;br /&gt;I think I am just really good at eating them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-8492949003066353956?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8492949003066353956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=8492949003066353956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/8492949003066353956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/8492949003066353956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/yummy-song.html' title='A Yummy Song'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-5628409140250371554</id><published>2008-04-29T20:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:04:13.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Mean Mommy</title><content type='html'>How come when I KNOW mommy knows what I want she won't do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows that when I try to get on her lap and point to the com-poo-ter, and then say "la la la" that I want her to play my "La la la Elmo song" and other videos on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has nothing else to do other than what I want.  So why can't I watch my la la la videos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I cry, all she does is kiss my head as she says no.&lt;br /&gt;A kiss?&lt;br /&gt;That is supposed to make me happy when what I want is my la la la videos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will make a big smelly poopy tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-5628409140250371554?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5628409140250371554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=5628409140250371554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/5628409140250371554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/5628409140250371554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-mean-mommy.html' title='More Mean Mommy'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-8181952350611116878</id><published>2008-04-28T17:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T17:29:41.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Update</title><content type='html'>Aunt Kathy has a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;She says mommy should fix the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy should run outside with paper towels and grab all the rain from the sky before it lands on my toys or the ground or on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like a really good idea to me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why mommy made her eyes do funny things when Aunt Kathy said it.&lt;br /&gt;And why isn't mommy doing it?  It is still raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like when Aunt Kathy visits, cause when mommy says "no" Aunt Kathy will say "Oh he's just a baby" and then give me what I want.&lt;br /&gt;It is great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-8181952350611116878?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8181952350611116878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=8181952350611116878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/8181952350611116878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/8181952350611116878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/rain-update.html' title='Rain Update'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-7514869879181293592</id><published>2008-04-28T14:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:51:31.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Go Away!!</title><content type='html'>I want to go outside and play on my playset, but mommy says no.&lt;br /&gt;She had me look outside and said "Look, rain."&lt;br /&gt;Rain?&lt;br /&gt;I guess she means that wet stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got really mad the other day, mommy said "OK... go ahead... you won't like it" and she opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;I was happy so I put my foot out to go to my playset.. but it got all wet!!!&lt;br /&gt;And there was water like the bathtub falling from the sky!&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind the bath, but I don't like getting my hair wet.. . and this sure seemed like my hair would get wet.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess mommy was right.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't fair!!&lt;br /&gt;I want to go outside!&lt;br /&gt;Why does this rain happen?&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't mommy fix it??&lt;br /&gt;She got me the playset?  Doesn't she WANT me to play on it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-7514869879181293592?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7514869879181293592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=7514869879181293592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/7514869879181293592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/7514869879181293592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain Rain Go Away!!'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-456477032159832751</id><published>2008-04-27T17:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:33:52.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boomy Bangy</title><content type='html'>I was sound asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Then, all of a sudden I heard these terrible awful boomy sounds.&lt;br /&gt;Then the light outside went on and then it went off -- really fast!!&lt;br /&gt;And then another boomy sound!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to think, so of course I had to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy came in and said she heard the boomy sounds too, and she said I could take my binky and my Monkey and come to her bed with her.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy was nigh-nigh too.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the boomy sounds and the lights going on and off didn't bother him.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to mommy's bed was much better, cause when the boomy sounds happened, mommy didn't act scared.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I didn't need to be scared either.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy had me lay down with her and Monkey and I tried really hard to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep for a little while, but mommy's bed isn't as comfy as mine so I kept waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boomys weren't as loud so mommy said that maybe I should go back to my bed so I could be more comfy.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know if I liked the idea, but my bed is pretty comfy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy turned on my music, and I guess I decided to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure I like boomy sounds.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it doesn't happen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-456477032159832751?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/456477032159832751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=456477032159832751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/456477032159832751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/456477032159832751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/boomy-bangy.html' title='Boomy Bangy'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-6034552866884494826</id><published>2008-04-23T17:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:10:06.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Helper</title><content type='html'>I love being mommy's helper.&lt;br /&gt;And she likes it too.  I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;When mommy is on the com-poo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ter&lt;/span&gt;, I will be helpful by bringing her every piece of mail one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I am done with that, I help her clean the living room floor by picking up every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;itsy&lt;/span&gt; piece of food or dirt I can find.&lt;br /&gt;I know she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apreesheee&lt;/span&gt;..... ah-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pree&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shee&lt;/span&gt;-ate.....&lt;br /&gt;.... I know she likes it because she always says thank you when I hand her something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I made sure to bring her (one at a time) a teeny piece of wood, part of a puff, some paper, a spec of something weird looking, a bit of fuzz, another puff, the corner of an envelope, something I couldn't see, my sock, cat hair, one of my arc animals, some more fuzz, and a bunch of other stuff that was too tiny to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will do this everyday from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-6034552866884494826?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6034552866884494826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=6034552866884494826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/6034552866884494826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/6034552866884494826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/mommys-helper.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Helper'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-2905066669304924186</id><published>2008-04-22T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:14:27.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So There</title><content type='html'>I have decided that from now on I will not tell mommy what I want.&lt;br /&gt;It is her job to KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;I will just scream.&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-2905066669304924186?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2905066669304924186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=2905066669304924186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/2905066669304924186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/2905066669304924186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-there.html' title='So There'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-5098257159942467659</id><published>2008-04-21T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:30:22.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy</title><content type='html'>I did not know toddling was so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and daddy and Aunt Kathy and Grandma and brother and sister, and, oh EVERYBODY has been wanting me to toddle, but I don't know.  It is really making me sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wasn't able to wake mommy up as usual!  Mommy had to wake ME up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I woke up early like always, but I was so tired I decided to just lay there saying "eeeehhhhh ehhhhh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard mommy say later that she knew I was still very sleepy and that is why she didn't get me up.  But I don't believe her.  I know she likes her bed even more than I like mine (even though she doesn't have my bestest buddy Monkey to sleep with -- only daddy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally mommy opened my door and said "Daniel, it is 11:00 aren't you ever going to wake up?"&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go ahead and get up because I was really hungry for yummy things like bananas and muffins and puffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got up for a while and we went bye bye, but then I decided I needed to go nigh-nigh again we when got home.  I didn't even want a drink first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toddling.&lt;br /&gt;Tiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-5098257159942467659?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5098257159942467659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=5098257159942467659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/5098257159942467659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/5098257159942467659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923693123835911771.post-7902928875353766790</id><published>2008-04-21T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:15:06.049-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daddy'/><title type='text'>Daddy Makes a Break For It!</title><content type='html'>It was awful!&lt;br /&gt;This happened a few days ago, but I was so traaahhhh...... trahmahtiz.... tramatized....&lt;br /&gt;....I was so upset I couldn't talk about it until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy came home from work as usual, but then he went back out the door without even hugging me hello!&lt;br /&gt;I was so upset!&lt;br /&gt;I yelled "daaaaaaa..." but I think daddy has bad ears.&lt;br /&gt;So then I went and got my shoes and gave them to mommy, so that I could go with daddy.&lt;br /&gt;But mommy wouldn't help!&lt;br /&gt;She kept saying daddy would be back in a minute -- but she can't fool me! I know that a minute can be a very long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited and waited and waited and waited and waited.&lt;br /&gt;I was as patient as my 15 months would let me be. Which is VERY patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally daddy came home and gave me a hug. But I can't let this happen again.&lt;br /&gt;He must at least hug me and throw me in the air a couple times before he leaves again!&lt;br /&gt;It was just not right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923693123835911771-7902928875353766790?l=babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7902928875353766790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923693123835911771&amp;postID=7902928875353766790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/7902928875353766790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923693123835911771/posts/default/7902928875353766790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydanielsdiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/daddy-makes-break-for-it.html' title='Daddy Makes a Break For It!'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061547119893876232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbzrt2-lYJU/TgfUFu3wr2I/AAAAAAAAARM/IdDwZ131nV0/s220/SelfPortrait600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
