<?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-1314558325866056222</id><updated>2012-01-04T14:19:59.080-06:00</updated><category term='Hebrew'/><category term='Homeschool'/><category term='journals'/><category term='education'/><category term='children'/><category term='travel'/><category term='writting'/><category term='charlote mason'/><category term='handmade'/><category term='Ethan-isms'/><category term='books'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Claire'/><category term='Grace-isms'/><category term='preschoolers'/><category term='theater'/><category term='piano'/><category term='letters'/><category term='Israel'/><category term='school days'/><category term='Daily life'/><category term='manners'/><title type='text'>My children's Isms</title><subtitle type='html'>My Children's isms...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-8389790128206658480</id><published>2010-11-10T11:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T11:51:35.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/TNraxxYj5II/AAAAAAAAA18/T5ByMei4HHs/s1600/kiddos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/TNraxxYj5II/AAAAAAAAA18/T5ByMei4HHs/s400/kiddos.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"My eyes make pictures, when they are shut"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Taylor Coleridge&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1314558325866056222-8389790128206658480?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/8389790128206658480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=8389790128206658480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/8389790128206658480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/8389790128206658480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-eyes-make-pictures-when-they-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/TNraxxYj5II/AAAAAAAAA18/T5ByMei4HHs/s72-c/kiddos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-4123063115973836240</id><published>2010-07-25T10:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T11:22:18.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/TExWYcT6VII/AAAAAAAAA0Q/wzVSXtg4-gs/s1600/mosaicefa59dd819261403403571e76ef357e0641398c4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/TExWYcT6VII/AAAAAAAAA0Q/wzVSXtg4-gs/s400/mosaicefa59dd819261403403571e76ef357e0641398c4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;1. Look what I got!!!, 2. Birthday Boy., 3. 1,2,3,4,5, SIX !!!!!!, 4. Birthday Girl., 5. We are Superheroes!!, 6. 9 candles!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ethan, what does it feel to be six?" I asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It feels gooder"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm also taller"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"can you tell, mom?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-4123063115973836240?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/4123063115973836240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=4123063115973836240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/4123063115973836240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/4123063115973836240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2010/07/birthday-thoughts.html' title='Birthday thoughts'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/TExWYcT6VII/AAAAAAAAA0Q/wzVSXtg4-gs/s72-c/mosaicefa59dd819261403403571e76ef357e0641398c4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-4863042273882270974</id><published>2010-07-01T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:52:24.687-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><title type='text'>Hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/TCzw_ikTeyI/AAAAAAAAA0I/cU9tf32wruM/s1600/DSC_0737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/TCzw_ikTeyI/AAAAAAAAA0I/cU9tf32wruM/s400/DSC_0737.JPG" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;With the man of my life&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Ethan comes to the kitchen one afternoon as I was making dinner and says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Mom, is all your fault!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;What's my fault? I ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;You make me wanna hug you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1314558325866056222-4863042273882270974?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/4863042273882270974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=4863042273882270974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/4863042273882270974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/4863042273882270974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2010/07/hugs.html' title='Hugs'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/TCzw_ikTeyI/AAAAAAAAA0I/cU9tf32wruM/s72-c/DSC_0737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-8549365295033707671</id><published>2010-04-10T21:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:57:06.224-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><title type='text'>Tracing</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/TCzyz8gRlHI/AAAAAAAAA0M/t6WKb5LliZY/s1600/DSC_0676.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/TCzyz8gRlHI/AAAAAAAAA0M/t6WKb5LliZY/s400/DSC_0676.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wiggles&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ethan has been doing a lot of drawing lately. This afternoon he kept drawing all kinds of pictures on his board using a dry-erase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He kept asking me if I had something for him to trace as we had done before.   I told him to keep using what he had for the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He finally sits next to me and ask:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mom, can you help me hold Penelope flat on a piece of paper while I trace her?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1314558325866056222-8549365295033707671?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/8549365295033707671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=8549365295033707671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/8549365295033707671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/8549365295033707671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2010/04/tracing.html' title='Tracing'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/TCzyz8gRlHI/AAAAAAAAA0M/t6WKb5LliZY/s72-c/DSC_0676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-3859463009653747667</id><published>2009-08-29T07:45:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T10:36:40.261-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>On learning a new language</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SplJcB_yFzI/AAAAAAAAAsE/S3H6Kra6dIc/s1600-h/DSC_0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SplJcB_yFzI/AAAAAAAAAsE/S3H6Kra6dIc/s320/DSC_0095.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375408376164521778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ethan playing in our neighborhood, "El Alamo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/Spk6I3bTC6I/AAAAAAAAAr8/sDrW7p_UGuM/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/Spk6I3bTC6I/AAAAAAAAAr8/sDrW7p_UGuM/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375391554235206562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Claire relaxing in a Hamaca while staying at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotelsantaleticia.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hotel Santa Leticia, Apaneca, El Salvador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know my children will thank me one day for bringing them to my beloved country, El Salvador, be immersed in the culture in order to learn Spanish and everything about their mother's heritage.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; They just don't know it yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All these years I have expanded their horizons and created thousands of new neurons paths in their brains by speaking Spanish at home from the very beginning.  So far I have had two reluctant students and one fascinated by the idea of being a polyglot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One night 4 girls came to our house, they introduced themselves... in English! my girls were delighted!!!!  New friends!  They all attend a bilingual school and were in their summer break, just like we were! They follow the American School system. A majority of children in El Salvador attend bilingual schools. Public government schools do not offer bilingual education.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Immediately, one of my reluctant children was convinced!  No more arguing with Mom about the importance of learning a second (or third language)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been a month since we started this adventure, they have overcome their shyness and are able to order their meal at a restaurant and  have stopped complaining when Friday night movie is in Spanish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hasta pronto!&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/1314558325866056222-3859463009653747667?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/3859463009653747667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=3859463009653747667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/3859463009653747667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/3859463009653747667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-learning-new-language.html' title='On learning a new language'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SplJcB_yFzI/AAAAAAAAAsE/S3H6Kra6dIc/s72-c/DSC_0095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-1250825797232847175</id><published>2009-08-14T14:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:37:39.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>July 31, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are back again in El Salvador, this time for an extended visit. As if traveling with three children under 9 is not stressful enough, I added our small toy Poodle to the equation! She flew with us in cabin and yelped every time I put her down, or whenever she felt I was abandoning her with one of the children. &lt;br /&gt;Here we go again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-1250825797232847175?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/1250825797232847175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=1250825797232847175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/1250825797232847175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/1250825797232847175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2009/08/deja-vu.html' title='Deja Vu'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-8050245990129212131</id><published>2009-04-24T22:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:16:01.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology</title><content type='html'>-Mom!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Yes, Ethan.&lt;br /&gt;-Come, I need to show you something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find Ethan standing next to the printer holding a piece of paper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Look, Momma, I know how to make copies. Daddy showed me yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;- Ok!  (Yes, I have to add some exclamation marks to my sentences, the kids is sooo excited, I have to show the same enthusiasm, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He places the paper facing down (wow, he actually knows what he's doing), then, he actually presses the right button!!! ( not SCAN, OK, but COPY)   The kid doesn't even read.  "So smart" I say to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The printer takes a few seconds before ejecting the copy.  We are both standing side by side looking at it.  Ethan looks at me and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;See Mom, is thinking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-8050245990129212131?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/8050245990129212131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=8050245990129212131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/8050245990129212131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/8050245990129212131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2009/04/technology.html' title='Technology'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-4556244399231820701</id><published>2009-02-24T11:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:42:45.891-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><title type='text'>Knock, Knock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ethan has been learning a lot of knock, knock jokes from his sisters. He tells me one morning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-"Momma, I have a knock, knock joke". Say, "knock, knock"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Isn't the other way around? I think to myself, but I go along and say: "knock, knock"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why did the chicken cross the road?!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Follow by giggles and laughter, from Ethan, of course)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-4556244399231820701?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/4556244399231820701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=4556244399231820701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/4556244399231820701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/4556244399231820701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2009/02/knock-knock.html' title='Knock, Knock'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-830416776109168539</id><published>2009-02-19T12:32:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:49:43.625-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Hurt no living thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SZ22ZVsxAzI/AAAAAAAAAqc/liGNCZDSHGI/s1600-h/grace%26penny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304596482550203186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SZ22ZVsxAzI/AAAAAAAAAqc/liGNCZDSHGI/s400/grace%26penny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids and I are in the car, we are listening to the radio, the Dj is interviewing first graders and asking questions about love and the meaning of Valentine's Day. We laugh at their answers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I ask the kids the same question. Grace answers first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom, when I grow up I'm going to live with you and Dad, plus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 fish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 hamster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a rabbit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 dogs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and 1 bird!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SZ2ndU7rOGI/AAAAAAAAAp0/VdsplovCcbw/s1600-h/grace%26frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304580058389362786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SZ2ndU7rOGI/AAAAAAAAAp0/VdsplovCcbw/s400/grace%26frog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SZ2oeURdRZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/WFkxBCq4NB8/s1600-h/frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304581174903784850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SZ2oeURdRZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/WFkxBCq4NB8/s400/frog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SZ2rT7DHK8I/AAAAAAAAAqU/udXqi3wpycw/s1600-h/grace%26stuart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304584294868921282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SZ2rT7DHK8I/AAAAAAAAAqU/udXqi3wpycw/s400/grace%26stuart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and judging by these pictures..... I believe her! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-830416776109168539?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/830416776109168539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=830416776109168539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/830416776109168539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/830416776109168539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2009/02/hurt-no-living-thing.html' title='Hurt no living thing'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SZ22ZVsxAzI/AAAAAAAAAqc/liGNCZDSHGI/s72-c/grace%26penny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-4597091715523418387</id><published>2009-02-12T14:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:45:39.833-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><title type='text'>Nickname</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SZSKZOaOcpI/AAAAAAAAAos/rRjddNNWF6g/s1600-h/magnifier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302014827291374226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SZSKZOaOcpI/AAAAAAAAAos/rRjddNNWF6g/s400/magnifier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in the kitchen one morning, Ethan comes in running:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Momma! The man fixing our garage door knows my nickname!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's your nickname? I ask him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grace chimes in: "Mom, his nickname is Buddy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes Mom, when I walked outside he looked at me and said: Hi Buddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-4597091715523418387?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/4597091715523418387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=4597091715523418387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/4597091715523418387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/4597091715523418387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2009/02/nickname.html' title='Nickname'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SZSKZOaOcpI/AAAAAAAAAos/rRjddNNWF6g/s72-c/magnifier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-7691349243673581790</id><published>2009-01-23T11:35:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:18:19.334-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claire'/><title type='text'>Theater</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SX-o1L46mbI/AAAAAAAAAoU/PG9jl3fNS8o/s1600-h/clairescostume2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296137318489037234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SX-o1L46mbI/AAAAAAAAAoU/PG9jl3fNS8o/s400/clairescostume2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Claire plays a Lady in Waiting in the musical "Once Upon a Mattress"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A page from Claire's journal. (Used with permission from the author)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm in a daze. I'm dreaming that I'm on Broadway singing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-"You know that's barbecue sauce, right?"&lt;/em&gt; says Brice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Oh! Yes, that's why I picked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-"Finallly someone who likes it"&lt;/em&gt; Brice adds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I close my eyes and picture me as the star of the show, people cheering for me as I made my final bow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SX-x0WFPcMI/AAAAAAAAAoc/wMaURqmqw_w/s1600-h/ladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296147199649870018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SX-x0WFPcMI/AAAAAAAAAoc/wMaURqmqw_w/s400/ladies.jpg" 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/1314558325866056222-7691349243673581790?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/7691349243673581790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=7691349243673581790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/7691349243673581790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/7691349243673581790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2009/01/theater.html' title='Theater'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SX-o1L46mbI/AAAAAAAAAoU/PG9jl3fNS8o/s72-c/clairescostume2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-4139571117820413777</id><published>2009-01-16T09:44:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:21:06.350-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SXCsVsFhKtI/AAAAAAAAAnE/j-wqu_kfRMA/s1600-h/e%26a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291919050771868370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SXCsVsFhKtI/AAAAAAAAAnE/j-wqu_kfRMA/s400/e%26a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ethan says one Sunday after church:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I got married today Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"To whom E?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" I married Abby and Stacy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Ethan, you can only marry one girl"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Ok, I married Abby"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SXCxUJeFRcI/AAAAAAAAAnM/t54Ohp5lsfw/s1600-h/Abby%26Ethan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291924521857926594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SXCxUJeFRcI/AAAAAAAAAnM/t54Ohp5lsfw/s400/Abby%26Ethan.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ethan and Abby met at church when they were still in diapers and have been friends ever since...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&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/1314558325866056222-4139571117820413777?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/4139571117820413777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=4139571117820413777&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/4139571117820413777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/4139571117820413777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SXCsVsFhKtI/AAAAAAAAAnE/j-wqu_kfRMA/s72-c/e%26a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-7287892426383890028</id><published>2009-01-16T09:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:17:34.182-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><title type='text'>Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Momma,&lt;br /&gt;do you wish sometimes you were a camel so you didn't have to drink water all the time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan ~ 4 1/2 years old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-7287892426383890028?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/7287892426383890028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=7287892426383890028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/7287892426383890028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/7287892426383890028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2009/01/wishes.html' title='Wishes'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-3471596990710276671</id><published>2009-01-16T08:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:10:08.111-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace-isms'/><title type='text'>Mom &amp; Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SXChKEoivzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/qkFq2T3lIEM/s1600-h/prairegirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291906756574887730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SXChKEoivzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/qkFq2T3lIEM/s400/prairegirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Grace, wearing her Praire dress, which she wore almost every day until it fit her no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Momma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Are you and Dad related?&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/1314558325866056222-3471596990710276671?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/3471596990710276671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=3471596990710276671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/3471596990710276671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/3471596990710276671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2009/01/mom-dad.html' title='Mom &amp; Dad'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SXChKEoivzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/qkFq2T3lIEM/s72-c/prairegirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-2554588547822771275</id><published>2009-01-15T16:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:59:54.184-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>On Learning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SW--gpahHPI/AAAAAAAAAms/gqdsivwZbNk/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291657555265789170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SW--gpahHPI/AAAAAAAAAms/gqdsivwZbNk/s800/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is easy to give a quick nod to lifelong learning, more difficult to consider what it really means, for the idea that people should study for about 12 years and then start living is more deeply seated in our culture than many people realize. Lifelong learning is more than an occasional adult education course. It is the expectation that someone will know more at age 40 than she did at age 30, the realization that it is never too late to begin learning another language, the belief that there are important new insights just over the horizon, no matter how old you are. But it is easy to forget these things, and a great deal of pressure on a homeschooler results from the perhaps unintentional assumption that everything a child will need to know during his life must be mastered in his first 18 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Larry and Susan Kaseman, in "Taking Charge Through Homeschooling" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-2554588547822771275?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/2554588547822771275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=2554588547822771275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/2554588547822771275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/2554588547822771275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-learning.html' title='On Learning'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SW--gpahHPI/AAAAAAAAAms/gqdsivwZbNk/s72-c/DSC_0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-8266210404751751032</id><published>2009-01-08T18:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:16:00.363-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><title type='text'>Super Hero</title><content type='html'>Ethan and I are talking, he says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mom, I'm a Super-Hero, you know?&lt;br /&gt;-Really?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes, I'm just trying really hard not to shoot laser things with my eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-8266210404751751032?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/8266210404751751032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=8266210404751751032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/8266210404751751032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/8266210404751751032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2009/01/super-hero.html' title='Super Hero'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-1918576367653069900</id><published>2008-12-23T15:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:06:11.323-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Brownie Points</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SVFc2qV_CoI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/pHtR9TW5IAY/s1600-h/DSC_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283105932031494786" style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SVFc2qV_CoI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/pHtR9TW5IAY/s400/DSC_0535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Christmas time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The children are on their best behavior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ethan has been very good everytime I ask him to do something, especially when it's something he doesn't want to do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Yes, Mom, right away" he answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, he smiles at me and asks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"How many brownie points was that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-1918576367653069900?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/1918576367653069900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=1918576367653069900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/1918576367653069900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/1918576367653069900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/12/brownie-points.html' title='Brownie Points'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SVFc2qV_CoI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/pHtR9TW5IAY/s72-c/DSC_0535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-6139743556358297943</id><published>2008-12-22T23:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:32:05.466-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace-isms'/><title type='text'>Habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SVB1mL5CPGI/AAAAAAAAAmI/5gCPCdtaU78/s1600-h/DSC_0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282851661793082466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SVB1mL5CPGI/AAAAAAAAAmI/5gCPCdtaU78/s400/DSC_0385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am cuddling with Grace one afternoon; I ask her as I tickle her nose: " Why are you so grumpy today?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She laughs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her that lately she has been just a little grumpier than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Why Grace?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Mom, all kids have habits"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-6139743556358297943?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/6139743556358297943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=6139743556358297943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/6139743556358297943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/6139743556358297943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/12/habits.html' title='Habits'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SVB1mL5CPGI/AAAAAAAAAmI/5gCPCdtaU78/s72-c/DSC_0385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-9173415817907356940</id><published>2008-12-15T19:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:59:18.841-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>What I want for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SUcLAF9XXuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/jISpjfQNbt8/s1600-h/Stnicholas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280201184342662882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SUcLAF9XXuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/jISpjfQNbt8/s400/Stnicholas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey kids, on Saturday there is a "Breakfast with Santa" at our neighborhood park. Would you like to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "No Mom, we're too old for that" the girls answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ethan chimes in: Mom, that's not &lt;a href="http://www.stnicholascenter.org/Brix?pageID=38"&gt;Saint Nicholas&lt;/a&gt;, is just somebody pretending to be Santa Clause. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan doesn't want to go without his sisters, they convinced him is for little ones and is ok for him to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Mom", he says, this is what I'm going to tell him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know you're not Santa Clause, but I want a real remote control helicopter &lt;em&gt;what*&lt;/em&gt; shoots real cords"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ethan really means "that"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1314558325866056222-9173415817907356940?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.stnicholascenter.org/Brix?pageID=38' title='What I want for Christmas'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/9173415817907356940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=9173415817907356940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/9173415817907356940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/9173415817907356940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='What I want for Christmas'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SUcLAF9XXuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/jISpjfQNbt8/s72-c/Stnicholas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-9153817458991498475</id><published>2008-11-23T15:51:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:17:52.684-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>flower girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSpG9fohaGI/AAAAAAAAATs/Za9_5VY4tHY/s1600-h/claire%26flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272104336068012130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSpG9fohaGI/AAAAAAAAATs/Za9_5VY4tHY/s400/claire%26flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSnRQUuD5sI/AAAAAAAAATc/LUkvUYQbZ4A/s1600-h/DSC_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271974917183891138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSnRQUuD5sI/AAAAAAAAATc/LUkvUYQbZ4A/s400/DSC_0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271974194110193698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSnQmPD24CI/AAAAAAAAATM/1HTXqOjUSh8/s400/flowergirl1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSnQ1ahvYWI/AAAAAAAAATU/DZzIuC4XNwc/s1600-h/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271974454886359394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSnQ1ahvYWI/AAAAAAAAATU/DZzIuC4XNwc/s400/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...why is there no word for this but joy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Victor Hugo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1314558325866056222-9153817458991498475?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/9153817458991498475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=9153817458991498475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/9153817458991498475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/9153817458991498475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/11/flower-girl.html' title='flower girl'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSpG9fohaGI/AAAAAAAAATs/Za9_5VY4tHY/s72-c/claire%26flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-1952316956450081377</id><published>2008-11-18T20:38:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:07:58.546-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><title type='text'>new friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSOCBbF1rcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/SuTHUM59nsk/s1600-h/DSC_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSOBq4lpVDI/AAAAAAAAAS0/20p-SsZp77w/s1600-h/DSC_0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270198562698384434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSOBq4lpVDI/AAAAAAAAAS0/20p-SsZp77w/s400/DSC_0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I made a new friend at church today, mom " says Ethan, and then he proceeds to tell me all the details of their conversation.&lt;br /&gt;The conversation included naming all the costumes a four year old boy would have liked to wear for the "Fall Festival" but wasn't allowed to because "mom thought it was too scary". Also mentioned in this conversation was every super-hero known to all, and some that I still need to "google" in order to verify their authenticy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"She is really nice and we played a lot", he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so proud of you Ethan", "It's good to make new friends". By the way, " What's your new friend's name? I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-1952316956450081377?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/1952316956450081377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=1952316956450081377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/1952316956450081377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/1952316956450081377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-friend.html' title='new friend'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSOBq4lpVDI/AAAAAAAAAS0/20p-SsZp77w/s72-c/DSC_0585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-6753675070130618263</id><published>2008-10-13T22:30:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:05:06.189-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charlote mason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Reading Aloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am reading two books to the kids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Five-Little-Peppers-Aladdin-Classics/dp/1416916172/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1223955323&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Five little peppers and how they grew&lt;/a&gt;. I usually read it during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_gw?url=search-alias%3Daps&amp;amp;field-keywords=the+phantom+toolbooth"&gt;The Phantom Tollbooth&lt;/a&gt;. Nighttime reading.&lt;br /&gt;(Update: By popular request, I have agreed to read this book during the day while we all curl up in the couch) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/1416916172/ref=sib_dp_pt#reader-link"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/1416916172/ref=sib_dp_pt#reader-link"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-6753675070130618263?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/6753675070130618263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=6753675070130618263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/6753675070130618263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/6753675070130618263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/10/reading-aloud.html' title='Reading Aloud'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-487663204076170635</id><published>2008-09-11T19:51:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:22:58.992-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschoolers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charlote mason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><title type='text'>days of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SMnD4Ilxy0I/AAAAAAAAASA/m52hIZYJoVQ/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244938610195680066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SMnD4Ilxy0I/AAAAAAAAASA/m52hIZYJoVQ/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Ethan and I play outside I ask him if he knows the days of the week. (I'm about to have a short lesson with my new Pre-K student)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes Momma, Sunday and tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sunday is one of the days of the week, but not tomorrow, I say. Let's sing a song together, repeat after me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursdaaaaay, Friday, Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- But Mom, when do I get to say "Tomorrow"? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-487663204076170635?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/487663204076170635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=487663204076170635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/487663204076170635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/487663204076170635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/09/days-of-week_11.html' title='days of the week'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SMnD4Ilxy0I/AAAAAAAAASA/m52hIZYJoVQ/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-8925408006414724558</id><published>2008-08-19T11:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:27:55.247-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writting'/><title type='text'>Reminiscence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today I am&lt;a href="http://www.iasked4wonder.blogspot.com/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;, reminiscing as I go through my pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Her mind seemed wholly taken up with reminiscences of past gaiety" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Charlotte Brontë). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-8925408006414724558?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/8925408006414724558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=8925408006414724558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/8925408006414724558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/8925408006414724558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/08/reminiscence.html' title='Reminiscence'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-3390405073649717584</id><published>2008-07-13T18:37:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:02:24.000-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charlote mason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><title type='text'>Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momma, What is "pan frances"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SKjy2wzuhUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/EsChq7t8wK0/s1600-h/panfrances.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235701589446919490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SKjy2wzuhUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/EsChq7t8wK0/s400/panfrances.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Claire, carrying pan frances (French bread). It is a tradition among Salvadorean families to buy freshly baked bread everyday. A lady and her daughter will bring a big basket with different varieties to choose from. Claire enjoyed this daily routine, a few steps, and there she is, right outside the neighborhood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SKj8LtOkEqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vli4CndB5JQ/s1600-h/comprandopan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235711844867642018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SKj8LtOkEqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vli4CndB5JQ/s400/comprandopan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“The peculiar value of geography lies in its fitness to nourish the mind with ideas, and to furnish the imagination with pictures.... The child gets his rudimentary notions of geography...in those long hours out of door.... He gets his first notions of a map from a rude sketch...or with a stick in the sand or gravel. ...Let him be at home in any single region; let him see, with the mind’s eye, the people at their work and at their play, the flowers and fruits in their seasons, the beasts, each in its habitat; and let him see all sympatheticall, that is, let him follow the adventures of a traveler; and he knows more, is better furnished with ideas, than if he had learnt all the names on all the maps"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Charlotte Mason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momma, what's a Lagoon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SKjyfip7IqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/rjd4HQwwVjk/s1600-h/exploringlaguna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235701190510715554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SKjyfip7IqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/rjd4HQwwVjk/s400/exploringlaguna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing at the "Laguna Verde", the Green Lagoon located inside the crater of the volcano that holds the same name. This is what we learned while running, picking flowers and rocks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Volcaninc origin, 5650 feet over sea level, aproximately 1300 square feet, and 15 ft. of depth in the center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life at home away from home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235714042986941842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SKj-Lp3CzZI/AAAAAAAAAQw/gOAoV4YOGz0/s400/playa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ethan at the beach having too much fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethan-ism:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Momma, we can't go back home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why not, E?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, if go back home they're (referring to all the cousins, friends, aunts) going to feel AWFUL. That's why Momma; we have to stay here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SKj_57EVXqI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/djJ9gtI8WFE/s1600-h/cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235715937391697570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SKj_57EVXqI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/djJ9gtI8WFE/s400/cousins.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't blame him !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-3390405073649717584?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/3390405073649717584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=3390405073649717584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/3390405073649717584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/3390405073649717584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/07/travel.html' title='Travel'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SKjy2wzuhUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/EsChq7t8wK0/s72-c/panfrances.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-2589434023189891956</id><published>2008-06-30T21:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T13:32:52.681-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Oh, the places you'll go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SGmazpWI6nI/AAAAAAAAAPY/mtISIJhyjl0/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217871855348148850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SGmazpWI6nI/AAAAAAAAAPY/mtISIJhyjl0/s400/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children and I are traveling. We are visiting El Salvador, my homeland. I have packed passports, mosquito repellent, sunscreen, and a big supply of children´s medicine to arise the suspicion of any salvadorean Customs offcial. &lt;br /&gt;Off we go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-2589434023189891956?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/2589434023189891956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=2589434023189891956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/2589434023189891956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/2589434023189891956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-places-youll-go.html' title='Oh, the places you&apos;ll go!'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SGmazpWI6nI/AAAAAAAAAPY/mtISIJhyjl0/s72-c/DSC_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-8775521367235730325</id><published>2008-06-23T16:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:36:29.875-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSuO2Pt2LTI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WU2-jp3sNTM/s1600-h/DSC_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSuO2Pt2LTI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WU2-jp3sNTM/s400/DSC_0144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272464851350203698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The children are about to have lunch. Grace gets her own fork and cup. Ethan is already sitting at the table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Grace you didn't get me a fork?&lt;br /&gt;- No!&lt;br /&gt;-Grace (I said), the nice thing to do is to get a fork for everybody. Please get a fork for your brother and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hands Ethan a kiddi fork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Grace!!!! I don't like this fork!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ethan ( I said) when someone does something nice for you like get you a fork, you say thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thank you Grace.... but, no thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-8775521367235730325?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/8775521367235730325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=8775521367235730325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/8775521367235730325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/8775521367235730325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/06/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSuO2Pt2LTI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WU2-jp3sNTM/s72-c/DSC_0144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-587469657119155295</id><published>2008-06-21T01:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:30:17.479-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschoolers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>"How can God be in your heart and in heaven at the same time?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-587469657119155295?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/587469657119155295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=587469657119155295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/587469657119155295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/587469657119155295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/06/mom-yes-how-can-god-be-in-your-heart.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-7149568084930827971</id><published>2008-06-21T01:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:10:58.495-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSuI1tHWQqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Mz7pY54Ih-E/s1600-h/DSC_0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272458244992156322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSuI1tHWQqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Mz7pY54Ih-E/s400/DSC_0492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We are leaving church one night, and as I buckle Ethan's seat belt, he looks out the window and asks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Momma, is God going to stay here all night?&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/1314558325866056222-7149568084930827971?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/7149568084930827971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=7149568084930827971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/7149568084930827971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/7149568084930827971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/06/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSuI1tHWQqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Mz7pY54Ih-E/s72-c/DSC_0492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-5011984077096066679</id><published>2008-06-20T22:06:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T01:02:37.550-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charlote mason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Philosophy of Education</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A child is born a &lt;em&gt;person &lt;/em&gt;with the spiritual requirements and capabilities of a person.&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge "nourishes" the mind as food nourishes the body.&lt;br /&gt;A child requires knowledge as much as he requires food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Photo~ Botany activity: opening seeds)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SFyMUt5Y4OI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-KTjiw4svE0/s1600-h/seeds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214196756133765346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SFyMUt5Y4OI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-KTjiw4svE0/s320/seeds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He is furnished with the desire for Knowledge, i.e., curiosity; he requires that in most cases Knowledge be communicated to him in &lt;strong&gt;literary form&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Photo~ Playing with child African Piano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214176195324272066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SFx5n66Z3cI/AAAAAAAAAN4/sfgHJLQrhM4/s320/africanpiano.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The natural provision for the appropiation and assimilation of Knowledge is adequate and no stimulus is required; but some moral control is necessary to secure the act of attention;&lt;br /&gt;a child receives this in the certainty that he will be required to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/search?q=book+of+ruth"&gt;recount&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;what he has read. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Photo~ Practicing Linking Verbs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SFyI8kgqOxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/oHt45NCtSuI/s1600-h/DSC_0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214193042762382098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SFyI8kgqOxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/oHt45NCtSuI/s320/DSC_0648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Photo~ Field Trip to Museum of Natural History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214198887924433826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SFyOQzb5A6I/AAAAAAAAAOY/AFVtL1lJKLk/s320/iguana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Children have a right to the best we possess; therefore their lesson books should be, as far as possible our &lt;strong&gt;best books.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They weary of talk, and questions bore them, so that they should be allowed to use their books for themselves; they will ask for such help as they wish for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They require a great variety of knowledge- about religion, the humanities, science, art; therefore, they should have a wide curriculum....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From Volume 6 " A Philosophy of Education" &lt;a href="http://cmblog.homeschooljournal.net/"&gt;Charlotte Mason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://cmblog.homeschooljournal.net/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-5011984077096066679?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/5011984077096066679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=5011984077096066679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/5011984077096066679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/5011984077096066679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/06/philosophy-of-education.html' title='Philosophy of Education'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SFyMUt5Y4OI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-KTjiw4svE0/s72-c/seeds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-57382854221917903</id><published>2008-06-16T23:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:55:39.935-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSuFO4MNbYI/AAAAAAAAAUE/rAmqvAJCRVA/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272454279415557506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSuFO4MNbYI/AAAAAAAAAUE/rAmqvAJCRVA/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ethan sees the girls wrapping presents for Father's day and asks if he can help. We give him some paper and tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Mom, do you think I can get a little present for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- So I can open one like Daddy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Are you a Father?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~silence~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Ethan, (I said) we are giving these presents to your daddy because tomorrow is Father's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Daddy is a father????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SFc78EMFbkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/-B8b1aS5mpM/s1600-h/DSC00820.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SFc78EMFbkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/-B8b1aS5mpM/s1600-h/DSC00820.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-57382854221917903?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/57382854221917903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=57382854221917903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/57382854221917903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/57382854221917903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/06/ethan-sees-girls-wrapping-presents-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSuFO4MNbYI/AAAAAAAAAUE/rAmqvAJCRVA/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-6152303552414627914</id><published>2008-06-16T22:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:09:55.840-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><title type='text'>Bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SFc4rvWPssI/AAAAAAAAANI/6xgCKeRvUSY/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212697417799938754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SFc4rvWPssI/AAAAAAAAANI/6xgCKeRvUSY/s400/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Claire and Grace are looking at a dead bug in our living room. They are trying to decide who is going to put it in the trash.&lt;br /&gt;Claire says she doesn't want to do it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mom!!! This bug is as big as Ethan's palm!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan and I are still having breakfast, he turns around and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hey, I don't have a palm!!!........ what's a palm, mom? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-6152303552414627914?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/6152303552414627914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=6152303552414627914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/6152303552414627914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/6152303552414627914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/06/bug.html' title='Bug'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SFc4rvWPssI/AAAAAAAAANI/6xgCKeRvUSY/s72-c/DSC_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-2343184819880583916</id><published>2008-06-10T01:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:59:37.118-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace-isms'/><title type='text'>Proverb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSuGLH5FEQI/AAAAAAAAAUM/XVwm-NCgF94/s1600-h/DSC_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272455314422436098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSuGLH5FEQI/AAAAAAAAAUM/XVwm-NCgF94/s400/DSC_0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- How was Art Camp Grace?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm glad Art camp is over!&lt;br /&gt;- Come on Grace, tell me, what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;- We made pictures and we each had to come up with a proverb. This is what I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Take a step forward and relax"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-2343184819880583916?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/2343184819880583916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=2343184819880583916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/2343184819880583916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/2343184819880583916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/06/proverb.html' title='Proverb'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSuGLH5FEQI/AAAAAAAAAUM/XVwm-NCgF94/s72-c/DSC_0095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-7269910220969768116</id><published>2008-06-10T00:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T00:46:51.097-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><title type='text'>Dinosaurs</title><content type='html'>It's night time, I'm putting PJ's on Ethan, he is talking about the day until he notices his PJ's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Momma, I don't like these pajamas anymore..&lt;br /&gt;-Why E?&lt;br /&gt;-look at these dinosaurs! they look like baby dinosaurs!&lt;br /&gt;-( He is right, they really do...) What do you mean E?&lt;br /&gt;-Well, look at these colors, I don't like these colors.  I like dinosours that look more like the dinosours at the Museum and more dark yellow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-7269910220969768116?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/7269910220969768116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=7269910220969768116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/7269910220969768116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/7269910220969768116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/06/dinosaurs.html' title='Dinosaurs'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-6996727974692654564</id><published>2008-06-03T08:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:46:29.781-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><title type='text'>Bubbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSuDC8ly7PI/AAAAAAAAAT8/B0Um361uljw/s1600-h/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSuDC8ly7PI/AAAAAAAAAT8/B0Um361uljw/s400/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272451875414928626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are blowing bubbles. Claire decides she wants to blow bubbles inside the house. I tell her to go outside....After a while she comes back inside blowing bubbles again!!!&lt;br /&gt;ummm? Maybe I should try a different approach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ethan, please tell your sister why we don't blow bubbles inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bubbles will make a stain on the floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yes ( I said looking at Claire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bubbles have water, soap and gas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gas ???? What kind of gas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan thinks for a moment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bubble gas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-6996727974692654564?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/6996727974692654564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=6996727974692654564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/6996727974692654564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/6996727974692654564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/06/bubbles.html' title='Bubbles'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSuDC8ly7PI/AAAAAAAAAT8/B0Um361uljw/s72-c/DSC_0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-7902127466902681015</id><published>2008-05-27T12:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:52:30.872-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace-isms'/><title type='text'>Baby Teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SEV2vzav71I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YHrr4mPHmiU/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207699107752177490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SEV2vzav71I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YHrr4mPHmiU/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace has been anxiously waiting for her first tooth to fall off. Yesterday while we were talking she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mom, every night I check my teeth in my little mirror and wiggle every tooth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Good, keep doing it and soon you'll loose your very first tooth!&lt;br /&gt;-Mom, I've been waiting so long, I've stop doing it because there is no use!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-7902127466902681015?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/7902127466902681015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=7902127466902681015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/7902127466902681015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/7902127466902681015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/05/grace-has-been-anxiously-waiting-for.html' title='Baby Teeth'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SEV2vzav71I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YHrr4mPHmiU/s72-c/DSC_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-3251355830057234362</id><published>2008-05-27T12:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T08:26:23.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I only think when I have nothing to do"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&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/1314558325866056222-3251355830057234362?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/3251355830057234362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=3251355830057234362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/3251355830057234362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/3251355830057234362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/05/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-7031409777216375234</id><published>2008-05-19T13:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:36:54.667-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><title type='text'>handy mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ethan brings me one of his toys, a piece has fallen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Momma my toy is broken (between whimpers)&lt;br /&gt;- Let me see.... Ethan, don't worry, it's not broken, all I have to do is put this piece back on.&lt;br /&gt;- Thank you mom!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- See, mom can fix things for you.&lt;br /&gt;- Yes mom, you should be a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Handy_Manny"&gt;handy manny girl&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-7031409777216375234?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/7031409777216375234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=7031409777216375234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/7031409777216375234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/7031409777216375234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/05/handy-mom.html' title='handy mom'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-778314446379178080</id><published>2008-05-19T13:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:54:07.989-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Sweet recreation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SDG1nxvWeFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KQ2Len3EZZA/s1600-h/reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SDGy-BvWeEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EAEqIEX8ji4/s1600-h/piping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202135823278307394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="402" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SDGy-BvWeEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EAEqIEX8ji4/s400/piping.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SDGywhvWeDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/5fOqGpURbHw/s1600-h/woodchop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202135591350073394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SDGywhvWeDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/5fOqGpURbHw/s400/woodchop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An interesting piece of work, freely chosen, which has the virtue of inducing concentration rather than fatigue, adds to the child's energies and mental capacities, and leads him to self-mastery."&lt;br /&gt;- The Absorbent Mind :: Holt &amp;amp; Company, 1995 :: p. 207&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SDGxZRvWeCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/VBxtVNe4un0/s1600-h/firstcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202134092406487074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SDGxZRvWeCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/VBxtVNe4un0/s400/firstcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SDGqDhvWeBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/FKrFLZbEKyQ/s1600-h/IMG_0068_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SDGp3hvWeAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/e401a1FnpZE/s1600-h/IMG_0069_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"But in those countries where the toy making industry is less advanced, you will find children with quite different tastes. They are also calmer, more sensible and happy. Their one idea is to take part in the activities going on about them. They are more like ordinary folk, using and handling the same things as the grown-ups."&lt;br /&gt;- The Absorbent Mind :: Clio Press Limited, 1994 :: p. 154&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SDGnmRvWd-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/SxZhZ9Ws0VE/s1600-h/washing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202123320628508642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SDGnmRvWd-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/SxZhZ9Ws0VE/s400/washing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As soon as children find something that interests them they lose their instability and learn to concentrate."&lt;br /&gt;- The Secret of Childhood :: Fides Publishers, 1966 :: p. 145&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-778314446379178080?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/778314446379178080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=778314446379178080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/778314446379178080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/778314446379178080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/05/playtime.html' title='Sweet recreation'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SDGy-BvWeEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EAEqIEX8ji4/s72-c/piping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-2217422591984500789</id><published>2008-05-16T08:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:49:29.218-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><title type='text'>Book</title><content type='html'>- Ethan?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes, mom&lt;br /&gt;-Are you done with this book? We have to return it to the library.&lt;br /&gt;-No mom, I'm on the next chapter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-2217422591984500789?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/2217422591984500789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=2217422591984500789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/2217422591984500789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/2217422591984500789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/05/book.html' title='Book'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-4221843483950901804</id><published>2008-05-11T20:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:06:30.689-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SC2U0hvWd4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/m7suIjatKuE/s1600-h/DSC_0455+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200976774813874050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SC2U0hvWd4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/m7suIjatKuE/s320/DSC_0455+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I said to Ethan as we are getting ready to leave with the girls: I'm sorry E, but you will stay home tonight with your grandmother, you can't come with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Why Mom?&lt;br /&gt;- Last Sunday afternoon you told me you were really bored at the &lt;a href="http://www.gapassport.com/index.asp?ContentID=172"&gt;GA's &lt;/a&gt;Recognition night, and you kept asking me to bring you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mom, can I go with you please, pleeeeease? I want to be bored tonight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-4221843483950901804?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/4221843483950901804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=4221843483950901804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/4221843483950901804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/4221843483950901804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/05/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SC2U0hvWd4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/m7suIjatKuE/s72-c/DSC_0455+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-8654380286879191925</id><published>2008-05-11T19:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:47:21.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SC2OuxvWd3I/AAAAAAAAAII/OWjmzyaY6_Y/s1600-h/DSC_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200970078959859570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SC2OuxvWd3I/AAAAAAAAAII/OWjmzyaY6_Y/s320/DSC_0466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I was greeted by my sweet children bringing breakfast in bed in a beautiful tray. My oldest daughter made hot tea, toast (adorned with a twig of fresh chamomille), fresh strawberries and grapes. And because details are important, there were two carnations, a pretty cloth napkin and a handwritten note for the menu. Precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only one mother&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;George Cooper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hundred of stars in the pretty sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hundreds of shells on the shore together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hundreds of birds that go singing by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hundreds of lambs in the sunny weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But only one mother the wide world over.&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/1314558325866056222-8654380286879191925?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/8654380286879191925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=8654380286879191925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/8654380286879191925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/8654380286879191925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SC2OuxvWd3I/AAAAAAAAAII/OWjmzyaY6_Y/s72-c/DSC_0466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-2897535621225328853</id><published>2008-05-08T20:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T01:52:16.406-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Israel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hebrew'/><title type='text'>Yom ha-Azma'ut / Israel Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SFyk5id6jKI/AAAAAAAAAOg/fjFV2D19e4s/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SFyk5id6jKI/AAAAAAAAAOg/fjFV2D19e4s/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214223776999967906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SCOtN-0eBDI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LoJYXy1fmsM/s1600-h/israelat60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198188850628658226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SCOtN-0eBDI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LoJYXy1fmsM/s320/israelat60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yom ha-Azma'ut, or Israel Independence Day, is commemorated each year on the fifth day of the Hebrew month Iyar. This day marks the end of the British Mandate and the official forming of the State of Israel in 1948. Jewish sovereignty over the ancient homeland enabled Jewish people to return to Israel from the four corners of the world, as the Bible predicted they would. (1)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)From: &lt;a href="http://jewsforjesus.org/"&gt;Jews for Jesus &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray for the peace of Jerusalem: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"May those who love you be secure.&lt;br /&gt;May there be peace within your walls &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and security within your citadels."&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of my brothers and friends, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will say, "Peace be within you."&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of the house of the LORD our God, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will seek your prosperity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=23&amp;amp;chapter=122&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=chapter"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 122:6-7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-2897535621225328853?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/2897535621225328853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=2897535621225328853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/2897535621225328853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/2897535621225328853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/05/yom-ha-azmaut-israel-independence-day.html' title='Yom ha-Azma&apos;ut / Israel Independence Day'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SFyk5id6jKI/AAAAAAAAAOg/fjFV2D19e4s/s72-c/DSC_0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-4660291811818836734</id><published>2008-05-07T15:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:07:13.167-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Piano recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SCIUkO0eBAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eRt_yHdKink/s1600-h/DSC_0448_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197739532624987138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SCIUkO0eBAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eRt_yHdKink/s320/DSC_0448_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Performing "Go tell it on the Mountain" arr. Bastien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"Holy, Holy, Holy" arr. Bastien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197743887721825314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SCIYhu0eBCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6LopCG1jjcI/s320/DSC_0451.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;   Performing:  "What a friend we have in Jesus" Converse, arr. Bastien&lt;br /&gt;"If I only had a brain" Arlen, Harburg, arr. Faber and Faber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-4660291811818836734?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/4660291811818836734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=4660291811818836734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/4660291811818836734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/4660291811818836734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/05/piano-recital.html' title='Piano recital'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SCIUkO0eBAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eRt_yHdKink/s72-c/DSC_0448_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-4009921153603646008</id><published>2008-04-22T23:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:21:15.908-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charlote mason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SA66cBKwKxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zN1uHpb2ZGA/s1600-h/DSC_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192292410917399314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SA66cBKwKxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zN1uHpb2ZGA/s320/DSC_0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;The most common and the monstrous defect in the education of the day is that children fail to acquire the habit of reading.&lt;/strong&gt; Knowledge is conveyed to them by lessons and talk, but the studious habit of using books as a means of interest and delight is not acquired. This habit should be begun early; so soon as the child can read at all, he should read for himself, and to himself, history, legends, fairy tales, and other suitable matter. He should be trained from the first to think that one reading of any lesson is enough to enable him to narrate what he has read, and will thus get the habit of slow, careful reading, intelligent even when it is silent, because he reads with an eye to the full meaning of every clause."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;A child has not begun his education until he has acquired the habit of reading to himself, with interest and pleasure, books fully on a level with his intelligence.&lt;/strong&gt; I am speaking now of his lesson-books, which are all too apt to be written in a style of insufferable twaddle, probably because they are written by persons who have never chanced to meet a child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All who know children know that they do not talk twaddle and do not like it, and prefer that which appeals to their understanding. Their lesson-books should offer matter for their reading, whether aloud or to themselves; therefore &lt;strong&gt;they should be written with literary power&lt;/strong&gt;. As for the matter of these books, let us remember that children can take in ideas and principles, whether the latter be moral or mechanical, as quickly and clearly as we do ourselves (perhaps more so); but detailed processes, lists and summaries, blunt the edge of a child's delicate mind.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the selection of their first lesson-books is a matter of grave importance, because it rests with these to give children the idea that knowledge is supremely attractive and that &lt;strong&gt;reading is delightful.&lt;/strong&gt; Once the habit of reading his lesson-book with delight is set up in a child, his education is––not completed, but––ensured; he will go on for himself in spite of the obstructions which school too commonly throws in his way."&lt;br /&gt;-Charlotte Mason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-4009921153603646008?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/4009921153603646008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=4009921153603646008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/4009921153603646008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/4009921153603646008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/04/reading.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SA66cBKwKxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zN1uHpb2ZGA/s72-c/DSC_0102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-742416461625019887</id><published>2008-04-22T22:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:52:12.630-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>This is how my 31/2 year old handles disapoinment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hanging up the phone with the lady in charge of swim team I called E:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan?&lt;br /&gt;Yes Mom?&lt;br /&gt;Well, you have to be 4 years old to be in swim team.&lt;br /&gt;(Silence)&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I don't want to be in swim team because when everybody is 4 we are all curious..., so that's why I really don't want to go to swim team!!&lt;br /&gt;(Silence)  oh? ok sweetie, I see.&lt;br /&gt;End of conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-742416461625019887?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/742416461625019887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=742416461625019887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/742416461625019887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/742416461625019887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/04/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-7404240945934719664</id><published>2008-04-17T12:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:34:00.623-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handmade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Handy Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Western Apron by threehomegrownkids, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/52346643@N00/2421607350/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Western Apron" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2393/2421607350_80f35a93e0.jpg" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan's new apron. Made with love by Momma.&lt;br /&gt;He was so excited to wear it and even to pose for pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="My new apron by threehomegrownkids, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/52346643@N00/2420797371/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="My new apron" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3263/2420797371_d1bb819e71.jpg" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-7404240945934719664?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/7404240945934719664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=7404240945934719664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-8073362433923636252</id><published>2008-04-15T14:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:08:06.079-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Journaling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="journal and clippings by threehomegrownkids, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/52346643@N00/2416266529/"&gt;&lt;img height="334" alt="journal and clippings" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2123/2416266529_858f6fa060.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart~ William Wordsworth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Handmade journals by threehomegrownkids, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/52346643@N00/2417144486/"&gt;&lt;img height="334" alt="Handmade journals" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2062/2417144486_f0948b5ab6.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-8073362433923636252?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/8073362433923636252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=8073362433923636252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/8073362433923636252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/8073362433923636252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/04/journaling.html' title='Journaling'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2123/2416266529_858f6fa060_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-81881951094365185</id><published>2008-04-11T23:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:44:31.080-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><title type='text'>Piggy face</title><content type='html'>Ethan and I are talking one day as I put his clothes on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, there is a girl at church that looks like a pig..&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little surprise and I ask him what he means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says: her nose looks like this... (he proceeds to show me how her nose looks, by pushing the tip of his nose up with his hand).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell him that's just the way her nose is and it doesn't mean she looks like a pig. So please don't say it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mom, her nose really looks like this!! (repeating the same gesture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained to him that God made this girl's nose that way and therefore he shouldn't say anything about her nose looking like a pig...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see he is a little frustrated with me for some reason, so he looks at me and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I'm not talking about her brains, I'm talking about her nose!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-81881951094365185?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/81881951094365185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=81881951094365185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/81881951094365185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/81881951094365185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/04/piggy-face.html' title='Piggy face'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-9151269742112895638</id><published>2008-03-13T23:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:23:24.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Western days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2260/2332611832_170852b14f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2260/2332611832_170852b14f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;My&lt;/a&gt; cowboy&lt;/a&gt;, 2. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/52346643@N00/2331765565/"&gt;Hat&lt;/a&gt;, 3. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/52346643@N00/2332574868/"&gt;cowboy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-9151269742112895638?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/9151269742112895638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=9151269742112895638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/9151269742112895638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/9151269742112895638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/03/western-days.html' title='Western days'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2260/2332611832_170852b14f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-6508692949606089267</id><published>2008-01-24T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:33:34.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2134/2218168740_08e82f3352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2134/2218168740_08e82f3352.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/1314558325866056222-6508692949606089267?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/6508692949606089267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=6508692949606089267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/6508692949606089267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/6508692949606089267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/01/quiet-days.html' title='Quiet days'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2134/2218168740_08e82f3352_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-6255966327047821470</id><published>2008-01-06T15:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T15:32:06.494-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan-isms'/><title type='text'>A gentleman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ethan, please open the (back) door for your sister, she is knocking..&lt;br /&gt;Why mom?&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's what you should do, open doors for ladies and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mom, I am not a gentleman! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-6255966327047821470?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/6255966327047821470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=6255966327047821470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/6255966327047821470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/6255966327047821470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/01/gentleman.html' title='A gentleman'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-6845492543545498712</id><published>2008-01-06T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T15:27:07.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In which we learn more about Angiosperms...</title><content type='html'>I ask Claire during our Science lesson for some examples of Angiosperms plants/fruits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She begins with Apple, Pear, Avocado and  Guacamole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point Grace begins to giggle and says: Guacamole???!!! &lt;br /&gt;So I turned to Grace and asked:&lt;br /&gt;Is Guacamole a fruit?  Nooo, she says between giggles.&lt;br /&gt;Is it a vegetable?  Noooo, more giggles.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Grace, tell your sister what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT"S A GAME!!!!!  more giggles, this time from Claire and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-6845492543545498712?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/6845492543545498712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=6845492543545498712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/6845492543545498712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/6845492543545498712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-which-we-learn-more-about.html' title='In which we learn more about Angiosperms...'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-7886991591426751075</id><published>2007-12-09T20:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T20:42:16.724-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><title type='text'>Nature Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/R1ygvVQSehI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IzhC6hL-rxw/s1600-h/DSC_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142161609570023954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/R1ygvVQSehI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IzhC6hL-rxw/s200/DSC_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The study of trees. Children should be made early intimate with the trees, too; should pick out half a dozen trees, oak, elm, ash, beech, in their winter nakedness, and take these to be their year long friends. Charlote Mason -Home Education. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/R1yfyVQSegI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0-05jaHEgaI/s1600-h/DSC_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142160561598003714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/R1yfyVQSegI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0-05jaHEgaI/s200/DSC_0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "So exceedingly delightful is this faculty of taking mental photographs, exact images, of the "beauties of Nature" we go about the world for the refreshment of seeing, that it is worth while to exercise children in another way towards this end, bearing in mind, however, that they see the near and the minute, but can only be made with an effort to look at the wide and the distant" Charlotte Mason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/R1yfWFQSefI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cKwM6QCRuzo/s1600-h/DSC_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142160076266699250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/R1yfWFQSefI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cKwM6QCRuzo/s200/DSC_0164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1314558325866056222-7886991591426751075?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/7886991591426751075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=7886991591426751075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/7886991591426751075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/7886991591426751075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2007/12/nature-day.html' title='Nature Day'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/R1ygvVQSehI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IzhC6hL-rxw/s72-c/DSC_0161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-3535207935758815546</id><published>2007-12-09T19:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T15:52:33.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan-isms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/R1yeCFQSeeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kfq1xIZZLzU/s1600-h/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142158633157687778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/R1yeCFQSeeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kfq1xIZZLzU/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Ethan's response when I tell him how upset I am when he misbehaves or he is in trouble:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I'll make you feel better; You're pretty!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The other day I found Ethan sitting by the back door whining, I asked what was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking that Daddy was a lobster and I was scared!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-3535207935758815546?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/3535207935758815546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=3535207935758815546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/3535207935758815546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/3535207935758815546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2007/12/ethan-isms.html' title='Ethan-isms'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/R1yeCFQSeeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kfq1xIZZLzU/s72-c/DSC_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-3292245153120160991</id><published>2007-11-30T13:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T13:52:29.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire-isms</title><content type='html'>Mom, when dogs have puppies, do they give birth to them the same day?  Yes, Claire, usually they have 1 or more puppies, and they are all born the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how come you didn't do that with us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-3292245153120160991?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/3292245153120160991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=3292245153120160991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/3292245153120160991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/3292245153120160991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2007/11/claire-isms.html' title='Claire-isms'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-2661197214886506119</id><published>2007-11-30T13:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T13:49:29.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethanism</title><content type='html'>Ethan woke up sick one morning. This is what a 3 year old had to say about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick, Mom. Poor me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-2661197214886506119?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/2661197214886506119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=2661197214886506119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/2661197214886506119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/2661197214886506119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2007/11/ethanism.html' title='Ethanism'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-3740080924159470239</id><published>2007-09-17T19:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:21:55.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace-isms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Mom? Yes, Grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-There is a boy at church in my new class who is always teasing me!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-What is he doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Well, yesterday he kept following me and asking me:    "Grace do you remember me? do you remember me? do you remember me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- What did you say to him? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Nothing!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Grace? Maybe if you answer his question he will stop asking you wether you remember him or not. Don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-3740080924159470239?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/3740080924159470239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=3740080924159470239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/3740080924159470239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/3740080924159470239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2007/09/grace-isms.html' title='Grace-isms'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-5129347061762381256</id><published>2007-09-17T19:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:59:07.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Ethan-isms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;At dinner time I am again teaching Ethan about God. What an imagination he must have...I am so glad he tells me what he thinks... afterwards I realize I always need to come down a few levels when conversing with a 3 year old. As if I would ever be able to explain how awesome is GOD!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;This is how it went:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I say, Ethan, God is watching over us! He says, Mom, God is in Heaven!! Yes! I answered, God's throne is in heaven (note to self: research if 3 yr. old comprehends concept of a heavenly throne).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My husband adds: God is everywhere (another note to self: explain later to 3yr old in simple language the difference between omnipresence and pandeism).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ethan at this point has a puzzled look on his face and he proudly explains to all of us:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Noooo! God is floating!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-5129347061762381256?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/5129347061762381256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=5129347061762381256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/5129347061762381256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/5129347061762381256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-ethan-isms.html' title='More Ethan-isms'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-8052737331240287834</id><published>2007-09-17T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:25:52.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan ism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am having a deep conversation with my 3 year old one day. I am trying to explain to him that God knows everything, He sees everything. This conversation started after he had lied to me and he denied it. After I told him that God in heaven knew what he did, he immediately asked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom? How does He see all the way from heaven? Is God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sticking&lt;/span&gt; His head out in the sky? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-8052737331240287834?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/8052737331240287834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=8052737331240287834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/8052737331240287834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/8052737331240287834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2007/09/ethan-ism.html' title='Ethan ism'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-2641493759859640794</id><published>2007-06-21T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:26:07.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love u... and...</title><content type='html'>Ethan-ism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan was playing outside in the backyard and he walks in the kitchen and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma?&lt;br /&gt;Yes? I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and I broke the pot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-2641493759859640794?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/2641493759859640794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=2641493759859640794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/2641493759859640794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/2641493759859640794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-u-and.html' title='I love u... and...'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-7394797530425431434</id><published>2007-05-29T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:26:50.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/Rlza0ajL4LI/AAAAAAAAACo/caQJ7RM9Zls/s1600-h/charlott.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070167874527289522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/Rlza0ajL4LI/AAAAAAAAACo/caQJ7RM9Zls/s320/charlott.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just finished reading Charlotte's web to the girls. I did most of the reading, I said "most" because Claire told me one day that she kept on reading one day on her own... I understand, it's hard to put a good book down.&lt;br /&gt;Ethan joined the girls and I as I was reading the last chapters while vacationing in Florida. We all laughed so hard as I read and re-read the following night, per their request, chapter XVI. We kept picturing the geese "cheer" at the men and Avery as they tried as hard as they could to put Wilbur in the crate, whom by the way, fought with all his might, and did not go in without a struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Momma's&lt;/span&gt; favorite part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Life in the barn was very good - night and day, winter and summer, spring and fall, dull days and bright days. It was the best place to be, thought Wilbur, this warm delicious cellar, with the garrulous geese, the changing seasons, the heat of the sun, the passage of swallows, the nearness of rats, the sameness of sheep, the love of spiders, the smell of manure, and the glory of everything."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charlotte's Web by E.B. White&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear little ones: May your life in this house, your memories of this home be the sweetest one you'll have. In spite of your parents failures and shortcomings, may you always remember the good in the midst of those days when everything seemed "dull" or boring, hard and unfair in your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt; eyes. In this place call "home" you are being loved with an unconditional love put in our hearts for you by Our Heavenly Father, the Most High God. Much love, Momma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-7394797530425431434?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/7394797530425431434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=7394797530425431434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/7394797530425431434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/7394797530425431434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2007/05/reading.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/Rlza0ajL4LI/AAAAAAAAACo/caQJ7RM9Zls/s72-c/charlott.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-3220268630492827240</id><published>2007-05-29T09:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T13:23:55.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan-ism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1364/1408828272_859a0e9294_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1364/1408828272_859a0e9294_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan comes to me so proud to tell me that he has used the potty all by himself. I cheered and asked him if he flushed the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I flushed my pee pee all the way to the ocean!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-3220268630492827240?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/3220268630492827240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=3220268630492827240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/3220268630492827240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/3220268630492827240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2007/05/ethan-ism.html' title='Ethan-ism'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1364/1408828272_859a0e9294_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-8234691588908886736</id><published>2007-04-06T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:27:22.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire-ism</title><content type='html'>I was telling Claire about a little boy named Vladimir, who is waiting to be adopted, and how I read about him and now I am praying for him to find a family.&lt;br /&gt;Claire all excited said, Mom, let's adopt him!&lt;br /&gt;I said: Well, Claire, is not that easy.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks for a moment.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much is he Mom?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-8234691588908886736?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/8234691588908886736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=8234691588908886736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/8234691588908886736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/8234691588908886736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2007/04/claire-ism.html' title='Claire-ism'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-4998206460533928456</id><published>2007-03-19T16:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:16:35.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace -isms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSuKJ5PzehI/AAAAAAAAAUk/DN4v2Qq00l8/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272459691357862418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSuKJ5PzehI/AAAAAAAAAUk/DN4v2Qq00l8/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, Grace It is time for you narration from the Book of Ruth.&lt;br /&gt;Grace thinks for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I don't remember the beginning, but can I start at the end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-4998206460533928456?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/4998206460533928456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=4998206460533928456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/4998206460533928456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/4998206460533928456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2007/03/grace-isms.html' title='Grace -isms'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSuKJ5PzehI/AAAAAAAAAUk/DN4v2Qq00l8/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-2012150151879207969</id><published>2007-03-19T16:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:12:59.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The book of Ruth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSuJTK-KMLI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-zePAQdrecA/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272458751222886578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSuJTK-KMLI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-zePAQdrecA/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Narration by Claire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a man and his name was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elimelech&lt;/span&gt; and he traveled to the land of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Moab&lt;/span&gt; to find food. And he took with him his wife and two sons. He died and left his sons and wife. And he left Naomi a widow.&lt;br /&gt;Then afterwards his sons died. And Naomi and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Orpha&lt;/span&gt; left alone to provide for themselves. Then Naomi said to Ruth and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Orpah&lt;/span&gt; I am going to go back to the land of Judea with my family you must stay here and find another husband. But Ruth and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;orpha&lt;/span&gt; said: No, we want to go with you. But Naomi said No, you will never find husbands there. Young man would never want to marry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Moabite&lt;/span&gt; girls. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Orpha&lt;/span&gt; agreed to stay and do what Naomi said, but Ruth said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nom&lt;/span&gt;, I will come with You. Naomi said, You can with me. When they went to Judea, they found a house. Ruth said to Naomi that she will go and collect the left over barley that the young men left when they were working. Naomi said, Yes. When the owner of the field, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Boaz&lt;/span&gt;, saw her collecting barley, he asked one of his servant; Who is she? he said, She is Ruth, her mother in law is Naomi, she is part of you family now. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Boaz&lt;/span&gt; told her, stay here, collect the barley. Ruth brought some left over food to Naomi, then Naomi, said you may go back tomorrow and collect some more and when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Boaz&lt;/span&gt; has eaten and drunk cover his feet and when he awakes he will tell you what to do. Ruth obeyed her and went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Boaz&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; he awoke he asked her, who are you? She said: Ruth, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Boaz&lt;/span&gt;, said: Go to another cousin, closer to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Boaz&lt;/span&gt; and Ruth married and had a son named Obed who was the father of Jesse, and Jesse was the father of David, king of Israel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-2012150151879207969?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/2012150151879207969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=2012150151879207969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/2012150151879207969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/2012150151879207969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2007/03/book-of-ruth.html' title='The book of Ruth'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58yMmR3f414/SSuJTK-KMLI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-zePAQdrecA/s72-c/DSC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-1689078073089032922</id><published>2007-03-19T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:28:37.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am hiding.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/427080623_cf3de0832a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/427080623_cf3de0832a.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/1314558325866056222-1689078073089032922?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/1689078073089032922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=1689078073089032922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/1689078073089032922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/1689078073089032922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-hiding.html' title='I am hiding.....'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/427080623_cf3de0832a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-4170390921122205838</id><published>2007-03-17T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T20:59:45.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan ism</title><content type='html'>Ethan, again, in the back of the car, I hear him say:&lt;br /&gt;Mom?&lt;br /&gt; Yes, I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making hicups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I decide that I don't want to correct him yet and tell him the right way to say it. After all, as  I said on another post, there are things that I just don't explain to little guys like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-4170390921122205838?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/4170390921122205838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=4170390921122205838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/4170390921122205838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/4170390921122205838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2007/03/ethan-ism_17.html' title='Ethan ism'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-3762656747615741228</id><published>2007-03-06T15:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:28:53.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan ism</title><content type='html'>What are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 1/2 yr old son came to me one day and asked: Mom? are you a Mom and a Lady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I said, I am a Mom and a Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Noooo&lt;/span&gt;, you are a Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-3762656747615741228?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/3762656747615741228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=3762656747615741228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/3762656747615741228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/3762656747615741228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2007/03/ethan-ism_06.html' title='Ethan ism'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1314558325866056222.post-3756314413858103570</id><published>2007-03-06T12:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:29:08.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan ism</title><content type='html'>I am driving and the 3 children are in the back. My 5 yr old is arguing with my 2 1/2 yr old son. She asks me to explain to him that the car is not his, because he keeps saying "This is my car". I tell her that he is only 2 and that I don't explain certain things to him because he doesn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean she says? Well, I said, trying to put and end to this conversation, there are certain things that I don't explain to you guys because you and Claire are too little to understand.&lt;br /&gt;At that point my 2 yr old says:&lt;br /&gt;Mom, they are not "guys", they're "kids"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we all laugh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1314558325866056222-3756314413858103570?l=mychildrensisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/feeds/3756314413858103570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1314558325866056222&amp;postID=3756314413858103570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/3756314413858103570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1314558325866056222/posts/default/3756314413858103570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychildrensisms.blogspot.com/2007/03/ethan-ism.html' title='Ethan ism'/><author><name>Kenia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13418115181650540934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9Qzi1PG7Yo/TadrxQg0AwI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Jz4mehBbsMs/s220/klcrome.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
