<?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-4555926243975337584</id><updated>2011-08-27T07:24:23.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LYZ Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Lily,Yvonne,Zoe</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-6061434732219832134</id><published>2010-10-24T23:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T23:56:23.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free portrait session by Kristen Moss</title><content type='html'>http://kristenmoss.blogspot.com/2010/10/did-you-just-say-free.html&lt;br /&gt;Hurry, must enter by Oct 25th at 7pm&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should blog an update soon**sheepish grin**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-6061434732219832134?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/6061434732219832134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=6061434732219832134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/6061434732219832134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/6061434732219832134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2010/10/free-portrait-session-by-kristen-moss.html' title='Free portrait session by Kristen Moss'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-1655168219019459459</id><published>2008-09-29T02:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:10:08.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School!</title><content type='html'>The walk to clas on the first day. Zoe was really excited and ready to start her independence, already. I knew I didn't need to worry about her having separation anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE4fOGVooI/AAAAAAAAANs/p1GMalPLMro/s1600-h/p_00143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE4fOGVooI/AAAAAAAAANs/p1GMalPLMro/s320/p_00143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328101943167787650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         I really had to pry her attention away for this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE4j5mZNqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/J3YvZSAjac8/s1600-h/p_00145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE4j5mZNqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/J3YvZSAjac8/s320/p_00145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328102023564441250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                        After School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE4UcSkhsI/AAAAAAAAANk/m-UB1nK5VI8/s1600-h/IMG_1878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE4UcSkhsI/AAAAAAAAANk/m-UB1nK5VI8/s320/IMG_1878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328101757998630594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 Lily was happy Zoe was home too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE4QebbQMI/AAAAAAAAANc/vXbIRc4-BgE/s1600-h/IMG_1879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE4QebbQMI/AAAAAAAAANc/vXbIRc4-BgE/s320/IMG_1879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328101689853165762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-1655168219019459459?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/1655168219019459459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=1655168219019459459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/1655168219019459459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/1655168219019459459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School!'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE4fOGVooI/AAAAAAAAANs/p1GMalPLMro/s72-c/p_00143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-4369501842948588292</id><published>2008-09-29T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:54:53.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland/Califrnia Pix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE2AaZ_S7I/AAAAAAAAANU/vV6TgDAcfMQ/s1600-h/061_61.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE2AaZ_S7I/AAAAAAAAANU/vV6TgDAcfMQ/s320/061_61.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328099214872234930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE2AHBaiAI/AAAAAAAAANM/Adoscy-NEiQ/s1600-h/062_62.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE2AHBaiAI/AAAAAAAAANM/Adoscy-NEiQ/s320/062_62.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328099209668888578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Waiting for the shuttle the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE10wRjzEI/AAAAAAAAANE/Yiom3V8gKo0/s1600-h/073_73.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE10wRjzEI/AAAAAAAAANE/Yiom3V8gKo0/s320/073_73.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328099014584028226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Frank and Zoe flying with Dumbo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE1mIYqs0I/AAAAAAAAAM8/TRsySELAthY/s1600-h/081_81.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE1mIYqs0I/AAAAAAAAAM8/TRsySELAthY/s320/081_81.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328098763358253890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             The girls with Ariel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE1V3NHEFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-e-kdOq8TvA/s1600-h/093_93.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE1V3NHEFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-e-kdOq8TvA/s320/093_93.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328098483868471378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE0-l-m9WI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tBHNOiZQ6DM/s1600-h/113_113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE0-l-m9WI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tBHNOiZQ6DM/s320/113_113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328098084107253090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                I think Lily is getting tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE04N7QrnI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9NXIdTwCtW0/s1600-h/115_115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE04N7QrnI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9NXIdTwCtW0/s320/115_115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328097974571544178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         At Tritons Pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE0oo2Z86I/AAAAAAAAAMc/SsmbyHcA6A0/s1600-h/012_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE0oo2Z86I/AAAAAAAAAMc/SsmbyHcA6A0/s320/012_12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328097706921030562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE0i7beU8I/AAAAAAAAAMU/QrzbCeQHTtQ/s1600-h/013_13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE0i7beU8I/AAAAAAAAAMU/QrzbCeQHTtQ/s320/013_13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328097608829129666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         At Medieval Times, yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE0aTHM-UI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HXQ54BcDKZc/s1600-h/039_39.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE0aTHM-UI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HXQ54BcDKZc/s320/039_39.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328097460567734594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    Zoe with her flower from the Blue Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE0WEjJ9pI/AAAAAAAAAME/eA7o6r9bS9g/s1600-h/040_40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE0WEjJ9pI/AAAAAAAAAME/eA7o6r9bS9g/s320/040_40.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328097387938969234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      The Blue Night and Zoe (I told ya they are getting younger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfEztMPVQPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/NDXlLj9znDk/s1600-h/122_122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfEztMPVQPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/NDXlLj9znDk/s320/122_122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328096685628670194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          With Great Great Uncle Dick on the old homested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfEznPsk17I/AAAAAAAAAL0/cV8mpQa-JHM/s1600-h/126_126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfEznPsk17I/AAAAAAAAAL0/cV8mpQa-JHM/s320/126_126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328096583477417906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfEzm9obZdI/AAAAAAAAALs/FdN8ctjYQY4/s1600-h/125_125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfEzm9obZdI/AAAAAAAAALs/FdN8ctjYQY4/s320/125_125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328096578628183506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                The old barn on the property. Built in the mid30's with scrap wood.&lt;br /&gt;                                And still leaning! The barn and the chicken coop are still there with&lt;br /&gt;                                2nd house on the original property, still at 1 acre. Everyone else has&lt;br /&gt;                                sub-divided in the area to developers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-4369501842948588292?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/4369501842948588292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=4369501842948588292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/4369501842948588292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/4369501842948588292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2008/09/disney-land.html' title='Disneyland/Califrnia Pix'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfE2AaZ_S7I/AAAAAAAAANU/vV6TgDAcfMQ/s72-c/061_61.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-949028870140405388</id><published>2008-07-14T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:32:27.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Disneyland Highlights</title><content type='html'>On the way down we stopped in Redding to visit a friend I hadn't seen in almost 20 years. The girls absolutely loved it, mainly because of the horses. Zoe still asks if we can live there...she'll stay in the barn with the horses. =) Silly girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfEfyQ9uFKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mVfOjU8fEvM/s1600-h/043_43.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfEfyQ9uFKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mVfOjU8fEvM/s320/043_43.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328074782563767458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfEuKBf78cI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0oMVn-B9658/s1600-h/046_46.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfEuKBf78cI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0oMVn-B9658/s320/046_46.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328090583891964354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfEurWLLo6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/IzkA5klHcAQ/s1600-h/049_49.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfEurWLLo6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/IzkA5klHcAQ/s320/049_49.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328091156377740194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfEucNRxx2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/5rZzLdxkbOc/s1600-h/047_47.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfEucNRxx2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/5rZzLdxkbOc/s320/047_47.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328090896291448674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur(the black draft horse, Belgian I think) and Gwenevere (a Klydesdale mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfEvvuvxroI/AAAAAAAAAKs/k-V7Yo_vnbc/s1600-h/058_58.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfEvvuvxroI/AAAAAAAAAKs/k-V7Yo_vnbc/s320/058_58.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328092331204783746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls riding Chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well lots of fun in the sun, as it goes. The girls and Frank enjoyed their 1st visit to Disneyland, I  return after 17+ years. The first day we got to see Cruella, our first "character". She said hello to Zoe as she was returning to the Cast Only door. Zoe just looked at her like OMG she's real, she was speechless, seriously! So Cruella says well just wave then, still no acknowledgement from Zoe. So Cruella says." Fine then don't wave darling" and stalked off. She was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us all 3 days to cover MOST of Disneyland and scratch the surface of California Adventure with these two. One of the highlights on the first day was the Princess Dinner. It was Lily's turn with Ariel to give the OMG she's real look. I've added the Ariel photo in my pix on Myspace(Momma Irish). Zoe really enjoyed the one on one time with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day we finished Fantasy Land, minus the Princess area, caught that on the last day. We worked on Tomorrow Land and enjoyed that alot. Zoe even went on Space Mountain. We did the New Orleans and got short lines on the Haunted House (super short here, an oddity) and Pirates of the Caribbean. The new Pirates ride is pretty good, wasn't sure what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;Now that we cooled off we got ready for Medieval Times! Yea....it was fun. The story line is different now, but Zoe "caught" a flower from our knight and loved all the horses. She even got to meet our Blue Knight. The get younger all the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to Disney to utilize all the time we have! whew, keeping up? Back to Tomorrow Land to finish up. We did the Buzz Lightyear ride, that was fun. Then on to Star Tours. Frank and I had to take turns on alot of stuff with Zoe then the other would fly solo. So I let Frank take Zoe on this one and passed this round. &lt;/div&gt;When they came out the exit for Star Tours Frank came walking over laughing. In the line he had told Zoe about how they were going to fly in a space ship to outer space and see the stars, etc. When the ride is done, he looks down at Zoe who is starting to cry. Frank asks why she is crying and she looked up at him and asked," Now how are we gonna get home?"  Kids, gotta love&lt;br /&gt;em!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the third day we tried to finish up the park and get in some "big kid" rides. Not much to tell hear, the girls were wiped out and moody. I am sure you hear enough of that at home as is, no need to spill it hear too. = p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our time getting home to visit family on the way up. Stopped by the old family homestead, where my Great Grandfather built the house, after the depression, around 1935.  It was good to get away, I miss that place. Oh and one last Zoe-ism. One of the mornings at the hotel, I was telling Zoe we needed to get going so the maid could come in to clean the room and make the bed. Her reply - Why does she need to come in and make the bed, we already have one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Ok, I didn't want to fuse with arranging the pics with what I wrote because I wrote this some time ago and am now adding pictures. I have created a separate blog post for them, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-949028870140405388?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/949028870140405388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=949028870140405388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/949028870140405388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/949028870140405388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-disneyland-highlights.html' title='Some Disneyland Highlights'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SfEfyQ9uFKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mVfOjU8fEvM/s72-c/043_43.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-8871986191019686570</id><published>2008-06-26T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:02:12.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So June 13th I got to visit my best friend. It was bitter sweet, she only got to stay for about 8 hours. No where near enough time. But I did get this funny tid bit from her visit.&lt;br /&gt;Both her and her boyfriend came up to Oregon, she was headed to a wedding up north. Not many of you know that she has alopecia, which cause ones hair to fall out. So she buzz cut her hair a while back and has worn wigs from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;The girls have an old costume wig they paly with and Mary was curious so she tried it on. Lily was not miss out on the fun, pointed at the wig and said "I want hat". It was funny to see her swim in the wig.&lt;br /&gt;Next she turns to Marys' boyfriend and points at his hair and says again, "I want hat". She was very adament about wanting to wear his hair, she asked several time for his hat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216236465508118962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SGPLbbcM8bI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FIAvjabsPAw/s320/IMG_1519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see he is called Blue for a reason, the "hat" doesn't come off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-8871986191019686570?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/8871986191019686570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=8871986191019686570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/8871986191019686570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/8871986191019686570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2008/06/hats.html' title='Hats'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SGPLbbcM8bI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FIAvjabsPAw/s72-c/IMG_1519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-755752376768820036</id><published>2008-06-04T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T01:48:50.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finance It!</title><content type='html'>So many of you are familiar with the Massey Wholesale car commercials right? A few weeks ago Zoe was with me running errands and we were driving past the dealership on Hwy 99. " Look Mom, it's the Finance It guy," she tells me. " I don't like him", Zoe said. I asked why not? And this was her answer.&lt;br /&gt;" I don't like him because he finances everyone. If he tries to finance me, I'll finance him back!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haahahaha&lt;/span&gt;, you go girl! And charge double while you're at it.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-755752376768820036?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/755752376768820036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=755752376768820036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/755752376768820036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/755752376768820036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2008/06/finance-it.html' title='Finance It!'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-731097405197372812</id><published>2008-04-27T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T23:15:40.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friends</title><content type='html'>So I wasn't planning on doing this so soon after Bubba, but in light of Lane County Animal Shelter closing, I stoped by on Thursday. Frank and I had been talking about fostering and volunteering with the local animal rescue groups. Anyway, I saw this adorable girl and talked to Frank about fostering her. She is sweet and mild and skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to bring the girls down on Friday afternoon to meet with the pup and see how they got along. It went very well. The pup isn't sure about playing yet though. As we played with her a man came over and introduced himself as a photographer with the Regist Guard and that he saw a photo opportunity.  So here it is, Lily made the paper and not just the paper but front page! Who knew it was going to be front page. I figured the Local section. But Frank got to meet the pup later that day and we are currently hoping to bring her home.  We've also been asked to foster some brothers who we met yesterday. Poor things aren't getting along with the other dog in their foster home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is interested I have a link to the rescue site on my blog in the Friends section under Save The Pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SBVmGeeti8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6rZpzwp8HNw/s1600-h/Lily+and+pup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194170006688861122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SBVmGeeti8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6rZpzwp8HNw/s320/Lily+and+pup.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-731097405197372812?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/731097405197372812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=731097405197372812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/731097405197372812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/731097405197372812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-friends.html' title='New Friends'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SBVmGeeti8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6rZpzwp8HNw/s72-c/Lily+and+pup.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-7946364652511590850</id><published>2008-03-27T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:50:18.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Skating for Charity</title><content type='html'>Tonight we decided to go and have fun while helping raise money for animals. They had a roller skating fund raiser for meds for Lane County Animal Shelter.  Frank went with the girls and I got there as soon as I got off work. Zoe had done a bit learning already and showed me what she could do. It was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a crazy inkling to don a pair of skates myself. I don't think I have done that in over 15 years! Ah but what the heck, right? Boy was I rusty, but I never fell, thankfully. Ya know it's like riding a bike, you never forget. I tried to take Zoe around the rink once. With the way things were going I had to get her off or we were both giong down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily had fun just looking around. She really enjoyed the "dog" on skates and wanted to see him. It was kind of ironic really, that she liked the dog so much considering that just Saturday she say Chuck E Cheese and freaked.  All in all it was great, we'll have to do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-7946364652511590850?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/7946364652511590850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=7946364652511590850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/7946364652511590850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/7946364652511590850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2008/03/roller-skating-for-charity.html' title='Roller Skating for Charity'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-5828634115592319327</id><published>2008-03-19T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T00:19:04.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's My Good Boy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/R-SyGVzPbVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lXYCM8Ck3oA/s1600-h/IMG_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180461293383937362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/R-SyGVzPbVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lXYCM8Ck3oA/s320/IMG_0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You came into my life 11 years ago. We used to cuddle together in the earlier morning hours, because you refused to sleep quietly in your enclosed area. You are loyal, loving and a protector. Not to mention an all out goof ball. You were always so strong and hardly ever complained. We shared so much together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to call you my friend...more than my friend you are and always will be part of my family. Even as old age crept in you still remained my good boy. Everytime I came home you were there to greet me, sometime with your bowl in tow. You would sometimes howl as we left to go somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is I who howls, as you have gone somewhere....somewhere I cannot be right now. Who's my good boy? You are Bubba and I miss you emensly. As I held and cuddled you in youth, I held and cuddled you in death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til We Meet Again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-5828634115592319327?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/5828634115592319327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=5828634115592319327' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/5828634115592319327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/5828634115592319327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2008/03/whos-my-good-boy.html' title='Who&apos;s My Good Boy?'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/R-SyGVzPbVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lXYCM8Ck3oA/s72-c/IMG_0311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-2767203974088010369</id><published>2008-03-13T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:38:24.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SBUzw-eti6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Ru-3CYjKPFc/s1600-h/IMG_1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194114661740284834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SBUzw-eti6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Ru-3CYjKPFc/s320/IMG_1373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Zoe finally lost her tooth, or rather pulled it out. So not me. I was child that let my loose tooth come out on it's own accord. Not her though. I came home Thursday night and she showed me her missing tooth. I helped her to get it ready for the tooth fairy and stuck it under her pillow. Zoe was so excited it was hard to get her to go to bed, let alone stay put. The next morning she woke up and almost had to remind her look under her pillow for what the tooth fairy left her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194160119674145714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SBVdG-eti7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/hH57M502cac/s320/IMG_1380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to Mr. Toothfairy, she got $5 for inflation. I had a $1 all ready for Zoe. Well this is what Zoe got with her money......yup horses. Imagine that ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-2767203974088010369?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/2767203974088010369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=2767203974088010369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/2767203974088010369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/2767203974088010369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2008/03/tooth-fairy.html' title='Tooth Fairy'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/SBUzw-eti6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Ru-3CYjKPFc/s72-c/IMG_1373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-8496599719348948867</id><published>2008-02-28T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T00:53:22.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage and the Rock Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As usual, I come home from work to the fun stuff.  Mom and Zoe had been playing dress up and Zoe was a rock star. It was too cute to pass for a picture opportunity....only I had misplaced my digital camera. For most of you, if you misplace your cell phone your world comes to a screaching halt. Well almost the same goes for me and my camera as I have no cell. But I have to get this picture before the moment is gone....what to do? AH-HA! I just bought film for the polaroid to do a project for the kids at church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wait a minute....a what, you ask? Yeah a polaroid camera. Remember it's those big squarish contraptions where the picture comes out the camera and you have to wiat for to develope right before your eyes! It's a vintage thing &amp;amp; Yes I still have one (it was my dads)  ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well anyway, I caught the moment!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My little Rock Star:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171948317614556082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/R8Zzl7wYQ7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/kTBZgZrm3Zc/s320/Rock+Star.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-8496599719348948867?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/8496599719348948867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=8496599719348948867' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/8496599719348948867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/8496599719348948867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2008/02/vintage-and-rock-star.html' title='Vintage and the Rock Star'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/R8Zzl7wYQ7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/kTBZgZrm3Zc/s72-c/Rock+Star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-5583852279671140569</id><published>2008-02-05T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T03:54:22.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up So Fast</title><content type='html'>On Saturday Zoe approached me and said her teeth are getting wobbly. Could it be? She only turned 5 a month ago! I ask which one is wobbly....and of course she points to about 1/4 of her front bottom teeth. But sure enough I found a loose one, right up front. I felt like I just received a smack in the face! I know she's only 5 but when the realization hit me that her "big girl" teeth are going to start coming in....I wasn't anticipating this for at least one more year. And then she starts kidnegarden this fall. I know some of you out there have reached this stage at least once and probably know what I am talking about. One more stepping stone reached I guess. **Sigh**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-5583852279671140569?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/5583852279671140569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=5583852279671140569' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/5583852279671140569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/5583852279671140569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2008/02/growing-up-so-fast.html' title='Growing Up So Fast'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-8987748152392135902</id><published>2008-01-27T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:33:25.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://w198.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w198.photobucket.com/albums/aa312/yirish/Snow 2008/a8a3bd33.pbw" width="480" height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s198.photobucket.com/albums/aa312/yirish/Snow%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=a8a3bd33.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: right; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: right; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-8987748152392135902?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/8987748152392135902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=8987748152392135902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/8987748152392135902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/8987748152392135902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-622142890924245602</id><published>2008-01-27T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T03:22:10.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With Food Day</title><content type='html'>In the mornings while I was get ready for work I will make the girls breakfast and spend some time with them. It's about the most time I get with them, Lily particularly, during the week. Zoe will on occasion request purple pancakes or something of the sort. On Friday she asked for purple eggs.....we tried this once and the eggs came out gray, king of unappetizing to the eye. So I encouraged her to do green eggs and purple milk(although you can't tell the milk is purple).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/R5xjWQUHdDI/AAAAAAAAADk/WGswgOZYCKU/s1600-h/IMG_1298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160108507047359538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/R5xjWQUHdDI/AAAAAAAAADk/WGswgOZYCKU/s320/IMG_1298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't so sure how Lily would react to her eggs being green. So silly of me, she didn't even bat an eye, just ate them as usual. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/R5xjWwUHdEI/AAAAAAAAADs/N-OjV8mHJO0/s1600-h/IMG_1299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160108515637294146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/R5xjWwUHdEI/AAAAAAAAADs/N-OjV8mHJO0/s320/IMG_1299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later that night after I got home from work and visited with Zoe for a bit, she said she was hungry again. We looked through the cupboard for a compromise on something "good" for her eat and settled on tomato soup. While dishing up the soup I told Zoe to grab a spoon. She asked if she could use a straw. A straw....for soup? Well it is just tomato soup after all and we did eat green eggs, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/R5xjXAUHdFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SfXrydZ2EBo/s1600-h/IMG_1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160108519932261458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/R5xjXAUHdFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SfXrydZ2EBo/s320/IMG_1300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/R5xjXQUHdGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oV0Vfb6A3tU/s1600-h/IMG_1301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160108524227228770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/R5xjXQUHdGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oV0Vfb6A3tU/s320/IMG_1301.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It was fun with food today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-622142890924245602?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/622142890924245602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=622142890924245602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/622142890924245602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/622142890924245602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2008/01/fun-with-food-day.html' title='Fun With Food Day'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/R5xjWQUHdDI/AAAAAAAAADk/WGswgOZYCKU/s72-c/IMG_1298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-3959283825049316374</id><published>2008-01-25T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T02:31:11.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Experiences</title><content type='html'>So Lily discovered how to get her finger stuck in the VCR while I was making dinner one night. I couldn't resist getting the camera first before releasing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/R5xTTQUHdCI/AAAAAAAAADc/ErZDQ_IZ0PI/s1600-h/IMG_1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160090863321707554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/R5xTTQUHdCI/AAAAAAAAADc/ErZDQ_IZ0PI/s320/IMG_1219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shortly after returning to the kitchen, I heard her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt; again. Low and behold, she couldn't resist another stab at trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;concur&lt;/span&gt; the machine that trapped her finger. But the VCR held steadfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/R5xPMQUHdBI/AAAAAAAAADU/HyUFewcajbE/s1600-h/IMG_1218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160086345016112146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/R5xPMQUHdBI/AAAAAAAAADU/HyUFewcajbE/s320/IMG_1218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   Silly Lily :)                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-3959283825049316374?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/3959283825049316374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=3959283825049316374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/3959283825049316374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/3959283825049316374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-experiences.html' title='New Experiences'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/R5xTTQUHdCI/AAAAAAAAADc/ErZDQ_IZ0PI/s72-c/IMG_1219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-6470502478138789817</id><published>2008-01-21T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T00:43:06.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no Blog</title><content type='html'>Well I haven't been here in far too long. With my hours at work and the time it takes to commute by bus I have little time these days. And of course using dialing up these days(which is going to be short lived....will be be no internet soon) is a bit frustrating. Hopfully I can get a couple new posts up soon. Until then.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-6470502478138789817?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/6470502478138789817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=6470502478138789817' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/6470502478138789817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/6470502478138789817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2008/01/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time no Blog'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-7644567220602313939</id><published>2007-11-10T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T01:50:48.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Music?</title><content type='html'>Many of you know that my mother lives with Frank, the kids and I. She works evenings doing janitorial and watches the girls during the day. The girls, Zoe particularly, get excited when grandma comes home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the nights late last week grandma came home through the back door into the kitchen. She comes up to the child gate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;separating&lt;/span&gt; the kitchen from the living room and greets everyone and Zoe runs up to talk to her. After a couple of minutes Zoe asks grandma if she would like hear her music. I am curious what she is going to do, will she sing or hum or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma agrees and we all watch with anticipation as she proceeds to turn a 180......and farts!&lt;br /&gt;Now where on earth did she learn that I asked looking at dad suspiciously. In conclusion, no one has taught her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also has a new bedtime excuse....I can't go to bed now because I am a night person, not a morning person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-7644567220602313939?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/7644567220602313939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=7644567220602313939' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/7644567220602313939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/7644567220602313939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-music.html' title='New Music?'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-8578480862154422814</id><published>2007-11-02T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T02:40:26.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Here are some pix from the Autumn Fest this year. It was fun and the girls had a blast. We did trick or treating on Halloween too. Zoe kept on going while Lily and her friend were just plum tuckered out. I had to carry her her friend on my shoulders on our way back to the cars (poor thing was so tired). But Zoe was still going, although she slowed down about half way back. Zoe had to talk to some of the folks passing out candy and twice she pet their dogs {only her ;) }.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for those of you out of town who know Bishop Hansen, the last picture is his Hlloween theme this year. Last year was pretty good too. Can't wait to see what he thinks of next year. Might have to come up with one next year....just a little friendly competetion :D  Hope you had a Happy Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/Ryrse42nykI/AAAAAAAAACs/oEOvmZultRU/s1600-h/Oh+My.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128171141116447298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/Ryrse42nykI/AAAAAAAAACs/oEOvmZultRU/s320/Oh+My.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/Ryrsfo2nylI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VfTL2muC8mc/s1600-h/Trick+Or+Treat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128171154001349202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/Ryrsfo2nylI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VfTL2muC8mc/s320/Trick+Or+Treat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/Ryrsgo2nymI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wGInjr1qojk/s1600-h/Sweet+Witch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128171171181218402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/Ryrsgo2nymI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wGInjr1qojk/s320/Sweet+Witch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RyrshI2nynI/AAAAAAAAADE/MITcsUpus50/s1600-h/All+Dressed+Up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128171179771153010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RyrshI2nynI/AAAAAAAAADE/MITcsUpus50/s320/All+Dressed+Up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RyrsiY2nyoI/AAAAAAAAADM/bpSVmmCxmEo/s1600-h/Man+In+the+Yellow+Hat+and+George.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128171201245989506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RyrsiY2nyoI/AAAAAAAAADM/bpSVmmCxmEo/s320/Man+In+the+Yellow+Hat+and+George.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-8578480862154422814?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/8578480862154422814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=8578480862154422814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/8578480862154422814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/8578480862154422814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/Ryrse42nykI/AAAAAAAAACs/oEOvmZultRU/s72-c/Oh+My.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-9071788080589129093</id><published>2007-10-24T00:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T00:50:50.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>Well Lily's hand is doing better. I removed more of the dead skin from the blister today. It's still pretty red and looks really delicate, so I am keeping it wrapped up for now. Trying to give it some air so it will heal better and toughen up quicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When changing the bandages today, she was really protective of it after I left it unwrapped for a while. I am glad to see her do that, 'cause soon I am going to have to stop wrapping it up. I am just going to have to keep an eye on Zoe to be sure she is nice to her sister! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hesitant to keep it unwrapped, but I think I am gonna have to do it soon. Here is a couple pix of her hand now. Slowly but surely it's healing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124807306648413298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/Rx75F88a5HI/AAAAAAAAACc/UEGmlcLsSXQ/s320/Day+8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124807310943380610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/Rx75GM8a5II/AAAAAAAAACk/ad-Bq_mTXVo/s320/8th+Day.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-9071788080589129093?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/9071788080589129093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=9071788080589129093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/9071788080589129093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/9071788080589129093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/Rx75F88a5HI/AAAAAAAAACc/UEGmlcLsSXQ/s72-c/Day+8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-7132091880520406077</id><published>2007-10-23T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T02:04:30.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Will They Learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Well Lily sure hasn't let her hand slow her down! I am gonna need to keep my eye on this one for sure. She just started doing this a few days ago. I have since moved the table away from the couch and the chair away from the table so she can't get onto the table....at least when I am not looking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hand is doing good. Still a bit of healing to go. We have removed some of the dead skin off her palm (ewww) so that her hand can heal better. Oh by the way, GO DUCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-62394f8c3315af22" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D62394f8c3315af22%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330359109%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57B3018662D23C66D1E0979808D7949F543548F7.4E4A2ABFE6F1136FBF7E91C60BAC254F7778C3C0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D62394f8c3315af22%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIAkieBAg3I0_5keuP7NtoAv_ZYY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D62394f8c3315af22%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330359109%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57B3018662D23C66D1E0979808D7949F543548F7.4E4A2ABFE6F1136FBF7E91C60BAC254F7778C3C0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D62394f8c3315af22%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIAkieBAg3I0_5keuP7NtoAv_ZYY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-7132091880520406077?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=62394f8c3315af22&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/7132091880520406077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=7132091880520406077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/7132091880520406077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/7132091880520406077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-will-they-learn.html' title='When Will They Learn'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-7725521770094172309</id><published>2007-10-18T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T01:31:46.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a nightmare</title><content type='html'>Well it happened, I was afraid it would. Lily got through the barricade a couple nights ago and touched the wood stove. My poor girl! I wasn't sure how bad she had touched it when I was holding her hand in cold water until a few minutes later. I felt horrible and &lt;u&gt;helpless&lt;/u&gt;, she was crying and screaming. We had to take her to Urgent Care because it was blistering pretty bad on her palm and fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so mad at the staff at Urgent Care. After we did the triage and checking in, we had to wait for almost 1/2 hour while she screamed the waiting room. I should have been more assertive and asked for them to give her something for the pain, not a mistake that I will make again! Finally into a curtain room....to wait some more. The Dr. comes in and looks at it. By this time she had fallen asleep. Now the poor thing is awake and crying again while we wait again for the nurse to get her some pain medicine. So an hour after arrival, I got her medicated and her hand wrapped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dr. said he doesn't think it will scar and there shouldn't be any problems with her hand functions. Already I have cut back on her medicine dosage, it has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;codeine&lt;/span&gt; so I don't want her to have to take it for too long. ( By the way, mixing it with chocolate syrup makes it go down easier!) I take her for a check up on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Well if you are faint at heart, you might want to skip the first pic.&lt;/u&gt; The blister on her palm got bigger over night, but the ones on her fingers and thumb seemed to have gone down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you use a wood stove, make sure the little ones can't get to it, even if you have a barrier, like we do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122589153608524866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RxcXsc8a5EI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZBYYZyH3d9U/s320/The+Blister+Day+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is day 2:  10-17-07&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122589153608524882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RxcXsc8a5FI/AAAAAAAAACM/HLzlf-P_3fY/s320/Day+2+of+burn.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sleeping away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122589157903492194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RxcXss8a5GI/AAAAAAAAACU/8CZydEVMKsg/s320/All+wrapped+up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She doesn't let her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bandages&lt;/span&gt; get the way of doing things. Little trooper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-7725521770094172309?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/7725521770094172309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=7725521770094172309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/7725521770094172309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/7725521770094172309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-nightmare.html' title='What a nightmare'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RxcXsc8a5EI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZBYYZyH3d9U/s72-c/The+Blister+Day+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-3293746717202447372</id><published>2007-10-18T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T01:04:40.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RxcNGs8a49I/AAAAAAAAABM/7scKQDpWP-4/s1600-h/IMG_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122577509952185298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RxcNGs8a49I/AAAAAAAAABM/7scKQDpWP-4/s320/IMG_0957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, it's that time of year again! The smell of fireplaces in the air, the warm apple cider and warm apple cider doughnuts, the overly priced tickets for the hay ride to the pumpkin patch and of course...the pumpkins. Even though I grew some smaller varieties this year, we still had to go out and find that large pumpkin. Ya know I still have the one from last year that I never got around to carving! Amazing really, and it's only now starting get mushy around the top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well here we are at Thistle Down with friends. It's a kind of tradition to go, but getting to be over priced. We had fun though. Zoe wandered all over looking at all the pumpkins. Lily was more interested in the mud and digging her fingers in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RxcNo88a4-I/AAAAAAAAABU/W1FWdgdkwzk/s1600-h/IMG_0963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122578098362704866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RxcNo88a4-I/AAAAAAAAABU/W1FWdgdkwzk/s320/IMG_0963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Here are the horses, so beautiful, Spike and Major.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RxcRcs8a4_I/AAAAAAAAABc/NmOFAEzGW0Y/s1600-h/IMG_0964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122582285955818482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RxcRcs8a4_I/AAAAAAAAABc/NmOFAEzGW0Y/s320/IMG_0964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;On the way out to the patch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RxcRdM8a5AI/AAAAAAAAABk/eD7L9RnuI7o/s1600-h/IMG_0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122582294545753090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RxcRdM8a5AI/AAAAAAAAABk/eD7L9RnuI7o/s320/IMG_0974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Zoe scouting for the perfect one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RxcRdc8a5BI/AAAAAAAAABs/xJE_qvJNtsQ/s1600-h/IMG_0978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122582298840720402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RxcRdc8a5BI/AAAAAAAAABs/xJE_qvJNtsQ/s320/IMG_0978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Only time she held one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RxcRec8a5CI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BL1D4HqhPpk/s1600-h/IMG_0983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122582316020589602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RxcRec8a5CI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BL1D4HqhPpk/s320/IMG_0983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Yes, this pose is totally staged, but cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RxcRes8a5DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GwtXexXbFKE/s1600-h/IMG_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122582320315556914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RxcRes8a5DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GwtXexXbFKE/s320/IMG_0973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Spotted this lil' guy just hanging out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-3293746717202447372?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/3293746717202447372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=3293746717202447372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/3293746717202447372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/3293746717202447372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2007/10/pumpkin-patch-fun.html' title='Pumpkin Patch Fun'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RxcNGs8a49I/AAAAAAAAABM/7scKQDpWP-4/s72-c/IMG_0957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-6720887543619037887</id><published>2007-10-11T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T12:54:37.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Mother like Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So the other day, Zoe kicked me, Lily and grandma out of Lily's room. She had her Build a Bear puppy dog and said she needed privacy so she could nurse her puppy in the rocking chair! Oh my! I am glad to know through a friend that she is not the only one. Tee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-6720887543619037887?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/6720887543619037887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=6720887543619037887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/6720887543619037887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/6720887543619037887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2007/10/like-mother-like-daughter.html' title='Like Mother like Daughter'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-6492520394247206713</id><published>2007-09-20T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T01:40:38.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RvIxcH9nW4I/AAAAAAAAABE/oSyjyUoz8gY/s1600-h/IMG_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112202886262512514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RvIxcH9nW4I/AAAAAAAAABE/oSyjyUoz8gY/s320/IMG_0876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Today I took the girls to Detering Orchards to pick apples. I have been wanting to go there for some time now (2+ years), but haven't made it out there until now! And I am so glad I did. It was wonderful. Rows of apple trees of different varieties and being out in the country. All I can say is ahhhh. The girls enjoyed themselves emensly and we got to visit some friends from church. They have remarkable prices, I thought I was going to be spening about $10 easy considering the prices at other farms and the Farmers Market. Boy was I wrong, try $5 for about 20 apples, and some the size of 2 fists. It was neat to meet the farm dogs, a couple of 10 year old yellow labs. Can't wait to go back for their Apple Daze next month! Looking forward to fresh warm cider at the farms.....yummy! Oh don't forget the warm apple cider doughnuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;Well earlier tonight Frank helped Zoe pick some corn from the garden. They brought them in and both started to shed the husks. Frank warned Zoe she might see a bug while doing this. While I am in the other room I hear two blood curdling screams , the second longer than the first. It was attack of the pincher bug part 2. Only this time it just fell to the floor and got squashed. She got scared after that and didn't want to help with the corn anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness she is turning into such a girlie girl so fast. Well that Zoe for ya I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-6492520394247206713?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/6492520394247206713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=6492520394247206713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/6492520394247206713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/6492520394247206713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2007/09/exciting-day.html' title='Exciting Day'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RvIxcH9nW4I/AAAAAAAAABE/oSyjyUoz8gY/s72-c/IMG_0876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-6391538301130370213</id><published>2007-09-17T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T15:07:10.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth and Nothing But</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RvAxO_3SzxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Q2JBsmSdiMw/s1600-h/jlo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111639710796795666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RvAxO_3SzxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Q2JBsmSdiMw/s320/jlo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://neverforgetjlo.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://neverforgetjlo.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send this to everyone in the Eugene, Springfield area. We need to make more people aware and if you have an incident or first hand knowledge regarding any improprieties at Green Hill, please contact  &lt;a href="mailto:FCAnimals@comcast.net" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;FCAnimals@comcast.net&lt;/a&gt;.  The killing must stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-6391538301130370213?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/6391538301130370213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=6391538301130370213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/6391538301130370213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/6391538301130370213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2007/09/truth-and-nothing-but.html' title='The Truth and Nothing But'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RvAxO_3SzxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Q2JBsmSdiMw/s72-c/jlo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-2021273011260807098</id><published>2007-09-14T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T13:18:44.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new and new Family member</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/Rut0aP3SzwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bTPyrNjfnuo/s1600-h/IMG_0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110306196465831682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/Rut0aP3SzwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bTPyrNjfnuo/s320/IMG_0835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday 9-14-07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet Cody,&lt;strong&gt; (&lt;/strong&gt;9-17: Her name has changed to Tiger now&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt; as Zoe has so named her. She showed up on our porch Tuesday and has decided to stay. Not sure how old she is, around 3 months is my guess. She gets along great with everyone (except Bubba). Her and Smokey like to play quite a bit, it's fun to watch the old man play again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well no new Zoe anticks today, sorry. But I thought I would share a Zoe-ism. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~She calls grilled cheese sandwiches girl cheese~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our garden has been doing really well. We planted tomatoes again, corn and pumpkins. Trying to keep things simple until we get more experience in the garden. The raspberries did really well this year and we got a few concord grape bunches this year. Hopefully next year the grapes will better. I&lt;u&gt; poorly&lt;/u&gt; composted some pumkins from last year and got a variety of smaller pumkins from white to orange to gourds! I also planted some large pumkin seeds recently, we'll see if planted in time. The corn did better than I expected, I will definately be planting it again. Oh my the tomatoes.... so many! But the snails have been getting to them &gt;:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I am going to try to get a job at the hospital, despite the fact that I haven't been able to get into the class I wanted to take in coralation with the job. I just couldn't get the time slot scheduled I needed for the placement testing. Hopefully I can still get the job with the intention of taking the class next spring. That is all the is new here pretty much. Have a great weekend all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-2021273011260807098?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/2021273011260807098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=2021273011260807098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/2021273011260807098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/2021273011260807098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2007/09/whats-new-and-new-family-member.html' title='What&apos;s new and new Family member'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/Rut0aP3SzwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bTPyrNjfnuo/s72-c/IMG_0835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-4452508115006645958</id><published>2007-08-21T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:34:24.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RsqVS_VCpKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iW9FGTyyT3U/s1600-h/IMG_0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101053681420379298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RsqVS_VCpKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iW9FGTyyT3U/s320/IMG_0615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8/20/07 So as Lily grows, so does the things she learns. She typically gets 1/2 a banana with breakfast, after all she is a monkey, climbing up everything. So this morning when grandma gave her the banana, without saying what it was, she says "manana" over and over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now with her new found word in her vocabulary, she will walk all over the house saying manana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-4452508115006645958?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/4452508115006645958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=4452508115006645958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/4452508115006645958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/4452508115006645958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-word.html' title='New Word'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RsqVS_VCpKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iW9FGTyyT3U/s72-c/IMG_0615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-6719292410204455011</id><published>2007-08-17T20:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:36:22.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds and the Bees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RsqV5vVCpLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XDfR0RObX_0/s1600-h/IMG_0807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101054347140310194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RsqV5vVCpLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XDfR0RObX_0/s320/IMG_0807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8-16-07 So Zoe has been taking swim classes and she just started her 2nd session this week. She enjoys it alot and the kids in her class. So today (Wed) after swim class, just like every other time, I take her into the girls locker room to "shower" and change. I get her in the shower to wash her hair and we head across the room to an empty bench to get her dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way over to the other side of the room she sees the little boy from her class, nekked (naked). As we are walking she says," Mom that's the boy from my swim class. What does that boy have?" Of course we all know what she is refering to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get her to the bench and gently explain that that is just what boys have. It's part of what makes a boy a boy. "Oh", she says. "Well can we go see it again?" (ahhh ) Oh my, can you believe she asked that?! Well as a 4 year old goes, and her being Zoe, yes of course I can. But I don't know who else might have heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I tell her "No, we can not. It's not nice to look at other people that way and it's rude to stare." Oh my, don't think I was ready for that one. Guess I better start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is just too much!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-6719292410204455011?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/6719292410204455011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=6719292410204455011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/6719292410204455011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/6719292410204455011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2007/08/8-16-07-so-zoe-has-been-taking-swim.html' title='Birds and the Bees'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/RsqV5vVCpLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XDfR0RObX_0/s72-c/IMG_0807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-5145247169563141646</id><published>2007-08-17T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:47:23.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Zoe</title><content type='html'>7-15-07 Gotta love that Zoe. Her latest anctic is, getting stuck! So in the laundry room/bathroom, it's pretty small and tight fitting. If the dryer door is open the bathroom door will not close or open completely. Yup, you guessed it, somehow she got her head her stuck in the door, from the outside of the bathroom. Now mom has a hanging door rack on the inside of the door as a space saver. Well the dryer door was getting caught up on that and not closing so she could not move the bathroom door. I shoulda grabbed my camera, instead I got Frank and my mom. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she was hangin out with Frank, but when I noticed she wasn't with him, I figured she was up to no good. I could see a sliver of the bathroom light shining on the wall and knew she was in the laundry room. As I got closer I could see her foot hanging out the door. No idea how long she was there and she never got upset or asked for help in any way. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;So when she was finally freed, she says, " Whew, that was close". Thank goodness I have started a journal of these events and all the past ones I can remember, she is gonna love these when she gets older.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-5145247169563141646?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/5145247169563141646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=5145247169563141646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/5145247169563141646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/5145247169563141646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2007/08/only-zoe.html' title='Only Zoe'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555926243975337584.post-5231018134317672117</id><published>2007-08-17T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:42:52.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>On  July 5th Frank and I went out to run some errands and the girls stayed home with grandma. The 3 of them went outside and Zoe was playing with the water octopus toy and started screaming. Apparently she was sucking on one of the hose tenticles and ended with a pincher bug in her mouth that pinched her tongue. What a riot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555926243975337584-5231018134317672117?l=irish-flyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/feeds/5231018134317672117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4555926243975337584&amp;postID=5231018134317672117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/5231018134317672117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555926243975337584/posts/default/5231018134317672117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irish-flyz.blogspot.com/2007/08/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Irish Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10871609094584606679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpr3kCvfT9c/S5ifvtiuZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/awx2RqtGLO8/S220/2009+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
