<?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-731065219188806146</id><updated>2011-08-18T06:03:14.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Sweet Memories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731065219188806146/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Monique Poppen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148396891295674786</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/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S9nvGTKCrKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OlOx0rPOA9s/S220/Family+pix+1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731065219188806146.post-1581268502972331046</id><published>2010-10-20T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T18:37:21.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should We Force Children to Apologize</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I never thought for a moment that I was forcing my son to ask forgiveness when he did wrong but after having read this article written by Charles Fay I began to understand the greater importance.   A familiar phrase I use to hear my dad say when I was young was, "We can lead a horse to water but we can't make him drink" so true of our children.  We can't make them be sorry but we can model the example and encourage them in the right way that can lead them to doing things from the sincerity of their hearts, which is far more rewarding.  Here is the article written by Charles Fay....feel free to leave any comments, I would love to hear from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                                 &lt;table  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" align="left" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;                                   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                     &lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;"Since the dawn of time, parents have felt a tremendous  responsibility to make their children apologize to others for their  wrongdoings. "Go tell him that you're sorry" must be one of the most  commonly uttered phrases by adults at playgrounds throughout the world.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Here are some Love and Logic thoughts on the subject:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forced apologies are rarely sincere apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;While I  agree that children should apologize when they cause problems, whether  they do so with a sincere heart is something we cannot always control.  Probably the best way to up the odds is for us to be good models of this  in front of our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Actions speak louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;There's a big difference  between a person saying that they are sorry and showing that they are.  Saying is relatively easy. Showing is a lot tougher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kids should be expected to do something that demonstrates their remorse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;Wise parents say, "Telling him that you are sorry is a great way to start! What can you do to show him that you are sorry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Younger children typically need some guidance figuring out what they might do to demonstrate their sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;Wise  parents also give some options: "Some kids decide to write a nice card.  How would that work? Some kids decide to buy a new one with their own  money.…"&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;div&gt;When all else fails, some parents experiment with the &lt;em&gt;Energy Drain&lt;/em&gt; technique.  In his CD, &lt;a href="http://www.loveandlogic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love and Logic Magic&lt;sup&gt;®&lt;/sup&gt; When Kids Drain Your Energy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,  my dad, Jim Fay, teaches how to inform your children that refusing to  do something that you've asked of them drains your energy. Until they  get that energy replaced, you'll need to rest instead of doing special  things for them."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mynewsletterbuilder.com/tools/refer.php?s=1983139575&amp;amp;u=21960003&amp;amp;v=3&amp;amp;key=3ceb&amp;amp;skey=9c0a6f51b9&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.mynewsletterbuilder.com%2Ftools%2Fforward.php%3Fusername%3Dloveandlogic%26newsletter_id%3D1410564277%26email%3Duser%40example.com%26send_id%3Dnull" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Dr. Charles Fay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731065219188806146-1581268502972331046?l=moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1581268502972331046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/2010/10/should-we-force-children-to-apologize.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731065219188806146/posts/default/1581268502972331046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731065219188806146/posts/default/1581268502972331046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/2010/10/should-we-force-children-to-apologize.html' title='Should We Force Children to Apologize'/><author><name>Monique Poppen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148396891295674786</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/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S9nvGTKCrKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OlOx0rPOA9s/S220/Family+pix+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731065219188806146.post-4648743360437923593</id><published>2010-08-18T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T11:37:06.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art Of Empathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parents who are strong enough to let youngsters experience the  consequences of their actions also need to help them feel loved.  Too  often parents or teachers mete out consequences with anger.  Missing  empathy, the child feels no love and blames others for his/her own  mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A parent recently told a nationally known educator and expert on  child discipline that she needed help managing the art of empathy.  Here  is her story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I keep getting mad when I give consequences.  I get mad at my  daughter, and then she gets mad at me.  I almost got to empathy last  week.  I was so close.  My daughter didn't study her spelling words.  I  kept hearing your voice during your last lecture when you said, 'These  can be great opportunities.  Don't blow them by nagging.'  So I didn't  nag.  I also heard your voice saying, 'The school will provide the  consequences.  You can balance them with an equal amount of empathy.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She came home with a "D" on her test, and I did a great job of  being sorry for her.  I said, "Wow! It must really be embarrassing to  get a "D".  She got real quiet, thinking hard about what she had done.   It was great!  Then I heard your voice in my head saying, 'When you run  out of things to say, transfer the problem to the youngster by asking a  question.'  I said, "Wow! What are you going to do?"  With the saddest  little face, she said, "I don't know what I'm going to do."  I had her  owning her own problem and thinking hard.  And then....I just had to do  it.  I don't know why, but I just blurted out, "And you're not going to  that party on Friday!"  That did it!  She started yelling, "What do you  mean I'm not going to the party!  It's not my fault I got a "D".  You  should see the words that teacher gives!  She never gives us any time to  study and .....it's just not fair."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isn't it amazing?  It only took one remark for me to change my  daughter from a thinker to a fighter.  So I'm back to work on learning  the art of Empathy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The educator, Jim Fay, of the Cline/Fay Institute in Golden,  Colorado, told me recently that he hasn't seen this woman at his  lectures for several months.  He said he hopes she has mastered the art  of empathy and giving equal amounts of consequences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let the consequences do the teaching isn't enough.  We  as parents must show our empathy - our sincere, loving concern -- when  the consequences hit.  That's what drives the lesson home with our  children without making them feel we're not "on their side."  Consider  the following examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aaron misses dinner because he didn't do his chores on  time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANGRY WORDS:  "Of course, you're hungry! I bet you won't  do that again.  I told you you'd be         hungry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EMPATHETIC WORDS:  "I know how that feels, son.  I'm  hungry too when I miss a meal.  but we'll have a big breakfast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jeanne is tired in the morning becuase she stayed up too  late:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANGRY WORDS:  "I told you you'd be tired if you didn't  go to bed on time.  Now you're going to suffer all day at school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EMPATHETIC WORDS:  "Oh, you're tired, huh?  I feel the  same way at work when I don't get my sleep.  But have the best day you  can, under the circumstances."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ray gets low grades on his report card:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANGRY WORDS:  "You don't do your homework, and now you  come home with lousy grades.  That ought to teach you a lesson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EMPATHETIC WORDS:  "Oh, how awful.  During my school  years, I got some poor grades when I didn't apply myself.  But there's  always next semester."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It helps to remember that using anger, threats, and lectures  rarely works with children.  Parents need to combine consequences with  the art of empathy.  Those who deliver consequences in loving, firm  tones find this far from easy....But it works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Five Steps for Helping Kids Own and Solve Their  Problems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.  Lock in the empathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2.  Ask your child, "What are you going to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3.  When your child says, "I don't know," ask, "Would  you like to hear some ideas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4.  Offer no more than three possible solutions.  After  each one ask, "How would that work for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5.  Allow your child to choose--and learn from the  choice and your empathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Empathy opens the mind for learning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taken from "&lt;a href="http://www.loveandlogic.com/"&gt;The Pearls Of  Love and Logic for Parents and Teachers&lt;/a&gt;", &lt;a href="http://www.loveandlogic.com/"&gt;"Parenting with Love and Logic"&lt;/a&gt;,  by Jim Fay and Foster W. Cline, M.D., and &lt;a href="http://www.loveandlogic.com/"&gt;"Love and Logic Magic for Early  Childhood&lt;/a&gt;" by Jim Fay and Charles Fay, Ph.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Monique Poppen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Blessed Member of Internet Ceo Moms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.servingmamasonline.com/"&gt;http://www.ServingMamasOnline.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Follow me on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/monipoppen"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://www.moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Visit the Official &lt;a href="http://likeinternetceomoms.com/"&gt;Facebook  Page&lt;/a&gt; of Internet Ceo Moms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731065219188806146-4648743360437923593?l=moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4648743360437923593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/art-of-empathy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731065219188806146/posts/default/4648743360437923593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731065219188806146/posts/default/4648743360437923593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/art-of-empathy.html' title='The Art Of Empathy'/><author><name>Monique Poppen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148396891295674786</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/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S9nvGTKCrKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OlOx0rPOA9s/S220/Family+pix+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731065219188806146.post-5952597478619270287</id><published>2010-08-07T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T13:02:03.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;"&gt;The Greatest Gift we can give our children  is the knowledge that they can first rely on themselves for the answers  to their problems.  A child who develops an attitude that says, "I can  probably find my own solutions, and if not, adults will be willing to  give me some advice," becomes a survivor.  This child usually has the  edge in learning, relating to others, and making his or her way in the  world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;"&gt;You may ask yourself, "What can I do to make  sure my child gets ahead or is a winner?" or "What can I do to help my  child be successful, feel secure, and lead a happy life?" The Greatest  Gift you can give your child(ren) is a foundation for success which lies  in the belief that the best solution to any problem comes from within.   Then if you don't find the answers, ask for advice from others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;"&gt;Parents and teachers can help children  develop this attitude by being understanding and sympathetic each time a  child has a problem.  This can be expressed in a variety of ways such  as, "I bet that really bothers you," or "Wow! I bet that makes you feel  mad," or "If that happened to me, I would really feel..."  These types  of statements usually bring about some kind of response that conveys  that the child is relieved that we understand.  As soon as we see that  response, it is time to ask one of the most important questions children  will ever hear, "What do you think you are going to do about it?"  This  is a powerful statement because it implies that we know the child is  capable of doing his or her own thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;"&gt;This question is often answered by, "I don't  know."  This is a good time to offer some different kinds of  solutions.  We discuss the possible consequences with the youngster and  then allow the child to choose the solution he/she likes best, even if  it means that the child decides not to solve his/her problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;"&gt;Children have too few opportunities to learn  about and practice for the real world.  These opportunities present  themselves most often as problems to solve or decisions to make.  Each  time I move into the situation, solve the problem, or rescue the child, I  have stolen one of the child's growth experiences.  He or she is now  less prepared to face the real world than if I had been there with  understanding and the question, "What are you going to do about it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;"&gt;Here are some simple steps you can take to  give your child(ren) the greatest gift you can ever give them in  preparation for their future in this world:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;"&gt;1.  Show understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;"&gt;2.  Ask, "How are you going to solve the  problem?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;"&gt;3.  Share some choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;"&gt;4.  Help him/her look at the consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;"&gt;5.  Give the child permission to solve it or  not solve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;"&gt;Article adapted from the book, "The Pearls  of &lt;a href="http://www.loveandlogic.com/"&gt;Love and Logic&lt;/a&gt; For Parents  And Teachers" by Jim Fay and Foster W. Cline, M.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;"&gt;Monique Poppen&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;"&gt;Blessed Member of Internet Ceo Moms&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;"&gt;http://www.ServingMamasOnline.com&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;"&gt;Follow me on&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/monipoppen"&gt; Facebook&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,geneva,sans-serif;"&gt;Visit the Official Facebook Page of &lt;a href="http://likeinternetceomoms.com/"&gt;Internet Ceo Moms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731065219188806146-5952597478619270287?l=moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5952597478619270287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/greatest-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731065219188806146/posts/default/5952597478619270287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731065219188806146/posts/default/5952597478619270287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/greatest-gift.html' title='The Greatest Gift'/><author><name>Monique Poppen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148396891295674786</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/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S9nvGTKCrKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OlOx0rPOA9s/S220/Family+pix+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731065219188806146.post-7433182975190326411</id><published>2010-07-23T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T05:40:45.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting Can Be A Joy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  Did you know that Parenting can be a Joy? Can you imagine yourself not  breaking a sweat, getting angry or frustrated when your kids don't  listen the first time?  I often wondered about that myself.  Before I  got married I remember watching parents in the way that some would treat  their children as if they were a curse instead of a blessing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Now that I am a parent I shamefully admit that I had found myself  acting much the same way in certain situations, mainly due to my own  frustration in not knowing how to be effective in my parenting role.   How can we embrace parenting with joy?  I would like to share with you a  recent book I have been reading lately called, "&lt;a href="http://www.loveandlogic.com/"&gt;Love and Logic Magic for Early  Childhood&lt;/a&gt;" by Jim Fay &amp;amp; Charles Fay, Ph.D.  which has proven to  be most helpful to me in achieving this goal.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  With Love and Logic, your children will learn how to live with the  consequences of their actions, avoid blaming others for their problems,  and make wise decisions.  Using the Love and Logic approach to parenting  requires an investment of time and practice but it will repay you and  your children for a generation to come.  You will become effective in  parenting by learning just a few simple tools so well that you can pull  them off with a smile on your face and no sweat on your brow!  Does that  sound like your parenting can be a joy?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Here is a little bit of thoughtful advice taken from the book that I  would like to share: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Through your everyday lives with your children, you want to be making  four types of deposits: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  1. Build the self-concept:  Everything kids learn and do affects how  they see themselves, which, in turn, determines what they choose to do  with their lives.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  2.  Share the Control:  Control is like love. The more we give away,  the more we get in return.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  3.  Offer Empathy, Then consequences:  Empathy allows children to learn  from their mistakes instead of learning to resent adults.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  4.  Share the Thinking:  Give your kids a life-long gift.  Every time  they cause a problem or make a mistake, allow them to think more about  the solution than you do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  I recommend this book so that parenting can be a joy for you.... Take  the challenge and read it as you will find it very life changing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Monique Poppen&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  http://www.ServingMamasOnline.com&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  http://likeinternetceomoms.com&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.internetceomoms.com/cnm/article/parenting-can-be-a-joy" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.internetceomoms.com/cnm/article/parenting-can-be-a-joy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731065219188806146-7433182975190326411?l=moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7433182975190326411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/parenting-can-be-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731065219188806146/posts/default/7433182975190326411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731065219188806146/posts/default/7433182975190326411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/parenting-can-be-joy.html' title='Parenting Can Be A Joy!'/><author><name>Monique Poppen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148396891295674786</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/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S9nvGTKCrKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OlOx0rPOA9s/S220/Family+pix+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731065219188806146.post-105325103277401390</id><published>2010-06-10T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T11:16:54.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/TBErp-4yaOI/AAAAAAAAALA/ewjJ0MvongU/s1600/Eliyah+June+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/TBErp-4yaOI/AAAAAAAAALA/ewjJ0MvongU/s400/Eliyah+June+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481210221742418146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We were driving home from Gospel Meeting one evening and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eliyah says, "Mom, Mom, look at the clouds....their dirty!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They can have the most interesting imaginations...I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/731065219188806146-105325103277401390?l=moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/105325103277401390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-were-driving-home-from-gospel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731065219188806146/posts/default/105325103277401390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731065219188806146/posts/default/105325103277401390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-were-driving-home-from-gospel.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique Poppen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148396891295674786</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/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S9nvGTKCrKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OlOx0rPOA9s/S220/Family+pix+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/TBErp-4yaOI/AAAAAAAAALA/ewjJ0MvongU/s72-c/Eliyah+June+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731065219188806146.post-4004159704820266516</id><published>2010-06-07T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:35:48.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you concerned about toxicity?</title><content type='html'>This is why I love what I do.  I have always been concerned about toxicity.  I hate the use of chemicals not only because of what it does to my respiratory tract but also because we have a little boy and I am concerned about how it will affect him.  I don't like the feeling that my home could be unsafe for my child.  If I have to put something away under lock in key, maybe I shouldn't be using it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, years ago swallowed turpentine and that was a scary thing...nothing serious became of it but, I have heard stories of people who have ingested poisonous substances and as a result burned their larynx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People today seemed to be concerned about toxicity.  It seems more and more people are beginning to be aware of the need to change this pattern and have looked for a better alternative.  I am encouraged by this because as more people do something about it I believe we will begin to see a revolution of health take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are concerned about toxicity take a look at this link it is very eye opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://awakeupstory.healthychild.org/"&gt;http://awakeupstory.healthychild.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monique Poppen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ServingMamasOnline.com"&gt;www.ServingMamasOnline.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.likeinternetceomoms.com"&gt;www.likeinternetceomoms.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731065219188806146-4004159704820266516?l=moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4004159704820266516/comments/default' title='Post 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g7oh09d2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/xiN8vF2HbFc/s1600/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g7oh09d2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/xiN8vF2HbFc/s400/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474190914530146146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keyanna is trying to collect the grass they&lt;br /&gt;brought into the water.....I think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g7oD9ybzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/I6W4akMJaxc/s1600/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g7oD9ybzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/I6W4akMJaxc/s400/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474190906514108210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They liked touching the sprinkler but they were not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;much on being under it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g7nwiIy4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/qPK69MSo-sI/s1600/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g7nwiIy4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/qPK69MSo-sI/s400/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474190901297859458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oops, Hayden is losing his drawers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g7PcU55WI/AAAAAAAAAKg/UY6c9ODzjio/s1600/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g7PcU55WI/AAAAAAAAAKg/UY6c9ODzjio/s400/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474190483556787554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think Keyanna had the most fun out of them all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g7O1tH1tI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xMIfQ5LPAt4/s1600/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g7O1tH1tI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xMIfQ5LPAt4/s400/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474190473189381842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love this picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g7OgwRPkI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6j6UuGP1-XQ/s1600/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g7OgwRPkI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6j6UuGP1-XQ/s400/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474190467565436482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keyanna was the brave one....this water was freezing cold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g7OHyQ5QI/AAAAAAAAAKI/C_Q7K1Yio6g/s1600/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g7OHyQ5QI/AAAAAAAAAKI/C_Q7K1Yio6g/s400/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474190460862915842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time for another round down the slide!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g7N_VrbSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Layuso86spY/s1600/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g7N_VrbSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Layuso86spY/s400/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474190458595536162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eliyah had trouble with the idea of getting wet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g6uSSwXSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5GUUuvCvLz8/s1600/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g6uSSwXSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5GUUuvCvLz8/s400/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474189913927736610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When he first stepped into the pool, he jumped and then fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right in the refreshing cold water....I wish I had my camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at that very moment, needless to say he wasn't impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g6uPsit1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/DhjYbhQcwOI/s1600/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g6uPsit1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/DhjYbhQcwOI/s400/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474189913230587730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He made a great audience....he watched everyone go down the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slide....he just wasn't that excited about sliding into the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cold water....I don't blame him one bit.....&lt;br /&gt;he must get that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g6tx1iDzI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-d-BfJL2adY/s1600/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g6tx1iDzI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-d-BfJL2adY/s400/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474189905215229746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hayden loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g6tPtz-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LvzuspLQPfE/s1600/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g6tPtz-uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LvzuspLQPfE/s400/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474189896056044258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looks like Eliyah is getting the hang of it =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g6s9YU2eI/AAAAAAAAAJY/jMq_ruPQZbo/s1600/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g6s9YU2eI/AAAAAAAAAJY/jMq_ruPQZbo/s400/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474189891134085602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here we go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/731065219188806146-5072703192180887921?l=moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5072703192180887921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/were-having-whale-of-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731065219188806146/posts/default/5072703192180887921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731065219188806146/posts/default/5072703192180887921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/were-having-whale-of-time.html' title='We&apos;re Having A Whale Of A Time!'/><author><name>Monique Poppen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148396891295674786</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/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S9nvGTKCrKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OlOx0rPOA9s/S220/Family+pix+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_g7oh09d2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/xiN8vF2HbFc/s72-c/We%27re+having+a+Whale+of+a+Time%21+05+2010+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731065219188806146.post-7000108754147064571</id><published>2010-05-20T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T07:10:07.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic at the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_VCEcSjHkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/b2Cg43HIumA/s1600/HPIM0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_VCEcSjHkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/b2Cg43HIumA/s400/HPIM0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473353566219607618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They only lasted so long on this together.  Keyanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had some swinging power and Eliyah was just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not quite there yet...but it was cute seeing them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trying to work it out together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_VBW7ZXiAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UwrREo3hQE0/s1600/HPIM0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_VBW7ZXiAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UwrREo3hQE0/s400/HPIM0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473352784295725058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love this picture with all of them swinging together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and Keyanna is way up in the air....they had so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun and let me tell you they napped very well after lunch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_UyXJAJPrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/stMFA33rhdc/s1600/A+Picnic+at+the+Park+05+2010+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_UyXJAJPrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/stMFA33rhdc/s400/A+Picnic+at+the+Park+05+2010+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473336295273610930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After having 3 weeks of rain and cold it was so nice to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be out enjoying the beautiful sunshine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_UyWpemyiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/UQrlVVUSBDY/s1600/A+Picnic+at+the+Park+05+2010+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_UyWpemyiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/UQrlVVUSBDY/s400/A+Picnic+at+the+Park+05+2010+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473336286811441698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is Keyanna, she is 5 years old.  I look after her for a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friend of ours.  She will be going to Kindergarten in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fall so I am going to miss her....she is my little entertainer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_UyWdGcPPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/lcYOyTIqE3k/s1600/A+Picnic+at+the+Park+05+2010+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_UyWdGcPPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/lcYOyTIqE3k/s400/A+Picnic+at+the+Park+05+2010+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473336283488861426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is Hayden, Keyanna's little brother, he is 2 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_UyWHHhUsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/z-j0zoi5Kv8/s1600/A+Picnic+at+the+Park+05+2010+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_UyWHHhUsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/z-j0zoi5Kv8/s400/A+Picnic+at+the+Park+05+2010+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473336277587808962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He wanted to get on this little bee and as soon as he got on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he wanted to get off to go on the swing =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_UyV796keI/AAAAAAAAAIg/MF2Al2ezaxo/s1600/A+Picnic+at+the+Park+05+2010+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_UyV796keI/AAAAAAAAAIg/MF2Al2ezaxo/s400/A+Picnic+at+the+Park+05+2010+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473336274594730466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think he was getting that gut feeling going down when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I took this picture.....what a face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_UxzN2cAUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/7dlHO7ym1Nk/s1600/A+Picnic+at+the+Park+05+2010+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_UxzN2cAUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/7dlHO7ym1Nk/s400/A+Picnic+at+the+Park+05+2010+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473335678099784002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eliyah was learning how to push himself on this swing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was great to see him figure it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_Uxy0KazKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/U9X010vfyKE/s1600/A+Picnic+at+the+Park+05+2010+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_Uxy0KazKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/U9X010vfyKE/s400/A+Picnic+at+the+Park+05+2010+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473335671204269218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here is Marge helping Keyanna get on the bar swing....&lt;br /&gt;she wasn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; too sure about swinging upside down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_Uxx9JHvmI/AAAAAAAAAIA/U-qpX9G02x4/s1600/HPIM0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_Uxx9JHvmI/AAAAAAAAAIA/U-qpX9G02x4/s400/HPIM0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473335656434876002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here we are together, together, together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, here we are together the happier we'll be =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/731065219188806146-7000108754147064571?l=moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7000108754147064571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/picnic-at-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731065219188806146/posts/default/7000108754147064571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731065219188806146/posts/default/7000108754147064571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/picnic-at-park.html' title='Picnic at the Park'/><author><name>Monique Poppen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148396891295674786</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/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S9nvGTKCrKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OlOx0rPOA9s/S220/Family+pix+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S_VCEcSjHkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/b2Cg43HIumA/s72-c/HPIM0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731065219188806146.post-8139885413237045401</id><published>2010-05-15T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T12:54:55.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't become a part of the Hibachi Group!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://internetceomoms.com/admin/article/dont-become-a-part-of-the-hibachi-group"&gt;Don't become a part of the Hibachi Group!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/731065219188806146-8139885413237045401?l=moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://internetceomoms.com/admin/article/dont-become-a-part-of-the-hibachi-group' title='Don&apos;t become a part of the Hibachi Group!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8139885413237045401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-become-part-of-hibachi-group.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731065219188806146/posts/default/8139885413237045401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731065219188806146/posts/default/8139885413237045401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-become-part-of-hibachi-group.html' title='Don&apos;t become a part of the Hibachi Group!'/><author><name>Monique Poppen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148396891295674786</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/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S9nvGTKCrKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OlOx0rPOA9s/S220/Family+pix+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731065219188806146.post-5597189463192633798</id><published>2010-05-15T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T12:36:17.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra! Extra! Read all about it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-71Eg8pnTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3C921q0XMdM/s1600/Paper+Route+05+2010+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-71Eg8pnTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3C921q0XMdM/s400/Paper+Route+05+2010+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471580055214333234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like Father like son, what a pair! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey, Eliyah you're missing your bag.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-7xtPXkljI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RvUA5zOLOE4/s1600/Paper+Route+05+2010+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-7xtPXkljI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RvUA5zOLOE4/s400/Paper+Route+05+2010+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471576356823537202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eliyah and I enjoy spending time together, the fellowship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is wonderful as we go along delivering papers....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he looks so grown up =(   I should be happy, and I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but sometimes it is hard to accept that he is not my baby anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-7bjojdqUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/d_uK1B7P2Fs/s1600/Paper+Route+05+2010+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-7bjojdqUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/d_uK1B7P2Fs/s400/Paper+Route+05+2010+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471552002529798466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy likes to carry about every paper he can hold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-7biyjZTeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/HZj3dzvoeuQ/s1600/Paper+Route+05+2010+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-7biyjZTeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/HZj3dzvoeuQ/s400/Paper+Route+05+2010+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471551988033998306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eliyah gets the papers and delivers them all by himself when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he is with me....I go to do a house and he gets all upset at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because he wants to do them =).   I thought with him being so young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chad and I would be doing most of the work....but once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was proven wrong.  He has been such a good sport about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-7biqZNTmI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4e-1UKxIVj0/s1600/Paper+Route+05+2010+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-7biqZNTmI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4e-1UKxIVj0/s400/Paper+Route+05+2010+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471551985843785314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And he's off.....What a boy!  I so love him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-7bibr4K2I/AAAAAAAAAHA/9S8penfF5jg/s1600/Paper+Route+05+2010+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-7bibr4K2I/AAAAAAAAAHA/9S8penfF5jg/s400/Paper+Route+05+2010+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471551981895560034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One thing about a 3 year old is that they are very easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;distracted....he notices everything and points them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to me....I have had to stop and smell the roses so to speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and not be so programmed to "just get the job done"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that can be very difficult at times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-7a_19xIbI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ZPWa9o_EE3A/s1600/Paper+Route+05+2010+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-7a_19xIbI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ZPWa9o_EE3A/s400/Paper+Route+05+2010+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471551387654496690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He can be so driven at times to get the paper to the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Until he notices some other boys trucks or john deere's or toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;around the property.....then he wants to play =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-7a-iZ2x9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/q_BvPUAAPog/s1600/Paper+Route+05+2010+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-7a-iZ2x9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/q_BvPUAAPog/s400/Paper+Route+05+2010+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471551365223729106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He wanted to carry this honest....however, after he took the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reigns he realized he wasn't going to be able to do it....he tried!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-7a-H9HueI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BCE26ocLASg/s1600/Paper+Route+05+2010+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-7a-H9HueI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BCE26ocLASg/s400/Paper+Route+05+2010+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471551358123882978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As we were walking together along the street we noticed this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pretty tree with white flowers on it and noticed how they were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;falling to the ground...it was so pretty....Eliyah decided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he wanted to be a part of it and stood underneath it for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/731065219188806146-5597189463192633798?l=moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5597189463192633798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/extra-extra-read-all-about-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731065219188806146/posts/default/5597189463192633798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731065219188806146/posts/default/5597189463192633798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/extra-extra-read-all-about-it.html' title='Extra! 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Read all about it!'/><author><name>Monique Poppen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148396891295674786</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/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S9nvGTKCrKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OlOx0rPOA9s/S220/Family+pix+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-71Eg8pnTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3C921q0XMdM/s72-c/Paper+Route+05+2010+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731065219188806146.post-336228984499485600</id><published>2010-05-12T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:31:21.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever have a picnic in the kitchen???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-t9ud7xjmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ipr2dsUQz8w/s1600/Milkshakes+and+picnic+in+the+kitchen+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-t9ud7xjmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ipr2dsUQz8w/s400/Milkshakes+and+picnic+in+the+kitchen+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470604409634393698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh how fun!  We have had no sun, so we made&lt;br /&gt;the most of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by having a picnic in our kitchen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-t9uSX_hKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/SgWzmnMs6hI/s1600/Milkshakes+and+picnic+in+the+kitchen+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-t9uSX_hKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/SgWzmnMs6hI/s400/Milkshakes+and+picnic+in+the+kitchen+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470604406531523746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As he was eating he exclaimed, "Mom this is very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;delicious".....What a blessing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-t9uM7R7iI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7hE2OqQfCbo/s1600/Milkshakes+and+picnic+in+the+kitchen+005_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-t9uM7R7iI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7hE2OqQfCbo/s400/Milkshakes+and+picnic+in+the+kitchen+005_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470604405068918306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not the most extravagant  decor, but we enjoyed ourselves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-t9toHnr3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/XtPx_lsBrcc/s1600/Milkshakes+and+picnic+in+the+kitchen+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-t9toHnr3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/XtPx_lsBrcc/s400/Milkshakes+and+picnic+in+the+kitchen+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470604395188563826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look what I can do mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-t9tYFH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Et9AFf1AeAI/s1600/Milkshakes+and+picnic+in+the+kitchen+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-t9tYFH4LI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Et9AFf1AeAI/s400/Milkshakes+and+picnic+in+the+kitchen+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470604390883123378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are a happy family!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/731065219188806146-336228984499485600?l=moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/336228984499485600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/ever-have-picnic-in-kitchen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731065219188806146/posts/default/336228984499485600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731065219188806146/posts/default/336228984499485600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/ever-have-picnic-in-kitchen.html' title='Ever have a picnic in the kitchen???'/><author><name>Monique Poppen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148396891295674786</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/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S9nvGTKCrKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OlOx0rPOA9s/S220/Family+pix+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-t9ud7xjmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ipr2dsUQz8w/s72-c/Milkshakes+and+picnic+in+the+kitchen+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-731065219188806146.post-9182188803055179401</id><published>2010-05-06T07:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T07:37:01.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-LSLwRJ5ZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LRTG6fDvjDc/s1600/Road+Construction+05+2010+002+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-LSLwRJ5ZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LRTG6fDvjDc/s320/Road+Construction+05+2010+002+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468163996958451090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here, where I live, they are doing major road&lt;br /&gt;construction.  This is right in front of our house.&lt;br /&gt;Our whole house was rattling and glasses in&lt;br /&gt;my cupboards were jingling.  The kids in the house&lt;br /&gt;were giggling because the vibrations were tickling&lt;br /&gt;there feet.......This action kept the kids busy which&lt;br /&gt;was GREAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-LSLSbMlyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PR-5WKXZtCU/s1600/Road+Construction+05+2010+004+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-LSLSbMlyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PR-5WKXZtCU/s320/Road+Construction+05+2010+004+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468163988947506978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dirt Dirt Everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-LSLD3GSiI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BpN4cQpwo4s/s1600/Road+Construction+05+2010+010+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-LSLD3GSiI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BpN4cQpwo4s/s320/Road+Construction+05+2010+010+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468163985038002722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The object of the game is to dig as far as you can&lt;br /&gt;and see if you find some gold.....no they are looking&lt;br /&gt;for water pipes but I am sure if they found gold&lt;br /&gt;we would all know about it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-LSKwqg-mI/AAAAAAAAAEI/s9tjOG5r23w/s1600/Road+Construction+05+2010+017+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-LSKwqg-mI/AAAAAAAAAEI/s9tjOG5r23w/s320/Road+Construction+05+2010+017+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468163979884952162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy was in charge of flattening the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-LSKQ8NsJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fFRb_V4hYco/s1600/Road+Construction+05+2010+019+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-LSKQ8NsJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fFRb_V4hYco/s320/Road+Construction+05+2010+019+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468163971369250962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think he did a pretty good job!&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/731065219188806146-9182188803055179401?l=moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/9182188803055179401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/welcome-to-my-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731065219188806146/posts/default/9182188803055179401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/731065219188806146/posts/default/9182188803055179401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moniquesweetmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/welcome-to-my-world.html' title='Welcome To My World!'/><author><name>Monique Poppen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148396891295674786</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/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S9nvGTKCrKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OlOx0rPOA9s/S220/Family+pix+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ul7TUkWzwrU/S-LSLwRJ5ZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LRTG6fDvjDc/s72-c/Road+Construction+05+2010+002+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
