<?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-5629967927150960816</id><updated>2011-04-29T05:34:56.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tiny hammer, big hammer</title><subtitle type='html'>collected for the Ice</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa Creech Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04987000165835179612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7kiDGek0A4/TbqwZCEq9uI/AAAAAAAABLM/fUrYqpNRjxo/s220/Lisa%2BCreech%2BBledsoe.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629967927150960816.post-8730998539878024089</id><published>2007-02-12T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:24:46.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>your favorite place to shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 2002, age 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: You know how old I am now?&lt;br /&gt;Ice: Yeah, Thirty-seven.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: What do you think you're going to be doing when you're thirty-seven?&lt;br /&gt;Ice: Prob'ly working at the Dollar Store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5629967927150960816-8730998539878024089?l=tinybig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/feeds/8730998539878024089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5629967927150960816&amp;postID=8730998539878024089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/8730998539878024089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/8730998539878024089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/2007/02/your-favorite-place-to-shop.html' title='your favorite place to shop'/><author><name>Lisa Creech Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04987000165835179612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7kiDGek0A4/TbqwZCEq9uI/AAAAAAAABLM/fUrYqpNRjxo/s220/Lisa%2BCreech%2BBledsoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629967927150960816.post-3215255636587153493</id><published>2007-02-12T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:23:11.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a song called "If You're Left Alone"</title><content type='html'>When you're left alone&lt;br /&gt;God is with you.&lt;br /&gt;When you're  just left all alone&lt;br /&gt;God is with you.&lt;br /&gt;When you're alone in the bathroom or any where&lt;br /&gt;God is with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5629967927150960816-3215255636587153493?l=tinybig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/feeds/3215255636587153493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5629967927150960816&amp;postID=3215255636587153493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/3215255636587153493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/3215255636587153493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/2007/02/song-called-if-youre-left-alone.html' title='a song called &quot;If You&apos;re Left Alone&quot;'/><author><name>Lisa Creech Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04987000165835179612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7kiDGek0A4/TbqwZCEq9uI/AAAAAAAABLM/fUrYqpNRjxo/s220/Lisa%2BCreech%2BBledsoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629967927150960816.post-6009611316728064653</id><published>2007-02-12T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:22:01.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the song of legos</title><content type='html'>Legos, legos&lt;br /&gt;You can build anything with legos.&lt;br /&gt;You can build a book or a lego tower&lt;br /&gt;or a house if you know how.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;You can build anything with Legos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5629967927150960816-6009611316728064653?l=tinybig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/feeds/6009611316728064653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5629967927150960816&amp;postID=6009611316728064653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/6009611316728064653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/6009611316728064653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/2007/02/song-of-legos.html' title='the song of legos'/><author><name>Lisa Creech Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04987000165835179612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7kiDGek0A4/TbqwZCEq9uI/AAAAAAAABLM/fUrYqpNRjxo/s220/Lisa%2BCreech%2BBledsoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629967927150960816.post-464287638749428959</id><published>2007-02-12T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:19:57.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you wrote a christmas song</title><content type='html'>Christmas, you can get any toy,&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;You could get a watch, a poster, box of ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;You could get anything.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Only poor people are supposed to get a lot of toys.&lt;br /&gt;Not-poor people just get a few.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a book with a song in it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a bottle for your baby if you have one.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5629967927150960816-464287638749428959?l=tinybig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/feeds/464287638749428959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5629967927150960816&amp;postID=464287638749428959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/464287638749428959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/464287638749428959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-wrote-christmas-song.html' title='you wrote a christmas song'/><author><name>Lisa Creech Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04987000165835179612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7kiDGek0A4/TbqwZCEq9uI/AAAAAAAABLM/fUrYqpNRjxo/s220/Lisa%2BCreech%2BBledsoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629967927150960816.post-9181793463301022342</id><published>2007-02-12T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:17:36.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you wrote a rock song</title><content type='html'>Rocks are sometimes blue-ish&lt;br /&gt;They're sometimes red&lt;br /&gt;They're sometimes gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is purple rocks, any kind of rocks.&lt;br /&gt;There is square rocks if you can find one.&lt;br /&gt;You can find probably other white rocks, too.&lt;br /&gt;You might find a blue rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5629967927150960816-9181793463301022342?l=tinybig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/feeds/9181793463301022342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5629967927150960816&amp;postID=9181793463301022342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/9181793463301022342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/9181793463301022342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-wrote-rock-song.html' title='you wrote a rock song'/><author><name>Lisa Creech Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04987000165835179612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7kiDGek0A4/TbqwZCEq9uI/AAAAAAAABLM/fUrYqpNRjxo/s220/Lisa%2BCreech%2BBledsoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629967927150960816.post-4309555075706893708</id><published>2007-02-12T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:26:11.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>clear adult knowledge-base limitations</title><content type='html'>Ice: Dad, why do they call it "Tatooine"? (referring to the name of a planet in the "Star Wars" saga)&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Um, that's just the name of the planet.&lt;br /&gt;Ice: Yeah, but why is it Tatoo-WEEN?  You know, like Tatoo-WEEN, like Hallo-WEEN, why is it WEEN?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5629967927150960816-4309555075706893708?l=tinybig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/feeds/4309555075706893708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5629967927150960816&amp;postID=4309555075706893708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/4309555075706893708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/4309555075706893708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/2007/02/clear-adult-knowledge-base-limitations.html' title='clear adult knowledge-base limitations'/><author><name>Lisa Creech Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04987000165835179612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7kiDGek0A4/TbqwZCEq9uI/AAAAAAAABLM/fUrYqpNRjxo/s220/Lisa%2BCreech%2BBledsoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629967927150960816.post-7563314915471734134</id><published>2007-02-12T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:09:56.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lemonade is so last century</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 2003, age 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you went around the block and sold your rock collection at 50 cents a rock.  You actually sold four rocks and came home with two dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: What do you plan to buy with all that money?&lt;br /&gt;Ice: Some Pokemon cards if I get two more dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We also talked with you and told you that you couldn't do this any more.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5629967927150960816-7563314915471734134?l=tinybig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/feeds/7563314915471734134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5629967927150960816&amp;postID=7563314915471734134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/7563314915471734134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/7563314915471734134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/2007/02/lemonade-is-so-last-century.html' title='lemonade is so last century'/><author><name>Lisa Creech Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04987000165835179612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7kiDGek0A4/TbqwZCEq9uI/AAAAAAAABLM/fUrYqpNRjxo/s220/Lisa%2BCreech%2BBledsoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629967927150960816.post-6000932475201086373</id><published>2007-02-12T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:13:55.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the occasion of having green popsicles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Today you told me that you figured that the reason The First's favorite color is green is because the Incredible Hulk is green, and if The First were the same as the Hulk he could sit in the grass and everyone who saw him would just think he was a big blade of grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.  You are so creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5629967927150960816-6000932475201086373?l=tinybig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/feeds/6000932475201086373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5629967927150960816&amp;postID=6000932475201086373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/6000932475201086373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/6000932475201086373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/2007/02/on-occasion-of-having-green-popsicles.html' title='on the occasion of having green popsicles'/><author><name>Lisa Creech Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04987000165835179612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7kiDGek0A4/TbqwZCEq9uI/AAAAAAAABLM/fUrYqpNRjxo/s220/Lisa%2BCreech%2BBledsoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629967927150960816.post-2986363011664886349</id><published>2007-02-12T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:02:09.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>square the answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September 2003, age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you were going through a reading comprehension page in your workbook.  The multiple-choice answers were long phrases and you were instructed to circle the correct one.  After a moment of consideration you informed me that the answers were too long and you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; circle them.  But you would "oval" them.  Or maybe "rectangle" them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5629967927150960816-2986363011664886349?l=tinybig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/feeds/2986363011664886349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5629967927150960816&amp;postID=2986363011664886349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/2986363011664886349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/2986363011664886349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/2007/02/square-answer.html' title='square the answer'/><author><name>Lisa Creech Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04987000165835179612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7kiDGek0A4/TbqwZCEq9uI/AAAAAAAABLM/fUrYqpNRjxo/s220/Lisa%2BCreech%2BBledsoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629967927150960816.post-5039623767786903687</id><published>2007-02-12T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:05:39.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sixth birthday party plans</title><content type='html'>For your party you asked for a kitten cake.  You want your cake decorated to look like Joshua, the bravest of the four feral kittens that live in the woods behind our new house.  You also plan to go to FunWorks and play laser tag, ride the go-carts, and play mini-golf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5629967927150960816-5039623767786903687?l=tinybig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/feeds/5039623767786903687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5629967927150960816&amp;postID=5039623767786903687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/5039623767786903687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/5039623767786903687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/2007/02/sixth-birthday-party-plans.html' title='sixth birthday party plans'/><author><name>Lisa Creech Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04987000165835179612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7kiDGek0A4/TbqwZCEq9uI/AAAAAAAABLM/fUrYqpNRjxo/s220/Lisa%2BCreech%2BBledsoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629967927150960816.post-5146213500912344555</id><published>2007-02-12T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T18:56:25.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>but when he does it, it's a cover</title><content type='html'>Gram: Who sings the "Na-Na" song?&lt;br /&gt;Ice: "My little brother."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5629967927150960816-5146213500912344555?l=tinybig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/feeds/5146213500912344555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5629967927150960816&amp;postID=5146213500912344555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/5146213500912344555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/5146213500912344555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/2007/02/but-when-he-does-it-its-cover.html' title='but when he does it, it&apos;s a cover'/><author><name>Lisa Creech Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04987000165835179612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7kiDGek0A4/TbqwZCEq9uI/AAAAAAAABLM/fUrYqpNRjxo/s220/Lisa%2BCreech%2BBledsoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629967927150960816.post-3010820126534832210</id><published>2007-02-12T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T18:58:44.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>well she IS 62</title><content type='html'>Written by your Gram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mom and I were discussing allergies and sneezing while sitting out on the deck.  I said that I sneeze many many times in the mornings and have no idea what causes it.  You quickly said, "Because you're old?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5629967927150960816-3010820126534832210?l=tinybig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/feeds/3010820126534832210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5629967927150960816&amp;postID=3010820126534832210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/3010820126534832210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/3010820126534832210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-shes-only-62.html' title='well she IS 62'/><author><name>Lisa Creech Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04987000165835179612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7kiDGek0A4/TbqwZCEq9uI/AAAAAAAABLM/fUrYqpNRjxo/s220/Lisa%2BCreech%2BBledsoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629967927150960816.post-7285445847482202151</id><published>2007-02-12T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T18:40:45.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>because if they don't, then...</title><content type='html'>Out of the blue you asked me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do airplanes allow dessert?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5629967927150960816-7285445847482202151?l=tinybig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/feeds/7285445847482202151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5629967927150960816&amp;postID=7285445847482202151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/7285445847482202151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/7285445847482202151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/2007/02/because-if-they-dont-then.html' title='because if they don&apos;t, then...'/><author><name>Lisa Creech Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04987000165835179612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7kiDGek0A4/TbqwZCEq9uI/AAAAAAAABLM/fUrYqpNRjxo/s220/Lisa%2BCreech%2BBledsoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629967927150960816.post-8258480857292769360</id><published>2007-02-12T18:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T18:39:47.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uhh, spinach?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November 2003, age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Dad, what's in that Dunkin' Donuts box?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5629967927150960816-8258480857292769360?l=tinybig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/feeds/8258480857292769360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7kiDGek0A4/TbqwZCEq9uI/AAAAAAAABLM/fUrYqpNRjxo/s220/Lisa%2BCreech%2BBledsoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629967927150960816.post-734513331568002892</id><published>2007-02-12T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T18:33:39.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>toast, everyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 2003, age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago I showed you how to make toast in  our new toaster oven.  (The one your dad and I got for a wedding present 17 years ago finally died.)  You felt very independant and for several days continually offered to make toast for anyone who wanted some.  I honestly hadn't realized that you had never tried any very basic cooking tasks (though you love to watch me and your dad cook).  That day you told people: "I had my first cooking lesson today!"  I was just a touch embarrassed that I'd not shown you before!  The following day I pretended to deliberate before requesting toast for breakfast -- it was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you are learning to make pancakes.  You have come a long way in a week or so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5629967927150960816-734513331568002892?l=tinybig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/feeds/734513331568002892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5629967927150960816&amp;postID=734513331568002892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/734513331568002892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/734513331568002892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/2007/02/toast-everyone.html' title='toast, everyone?'/><author><name>Lisa Creech Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04987000165835179612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7kiDGek0A4/TbqwZCEq9uI/AAAAAAAABLM/fUrYqpNRjxo/s220/Lisa%2BCreech%2BBledsoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629967927150960816.post-8532186973105434354</id><published>2007-02-12T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T18:38:11.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you lost your first tooth!</title><content type='html'>It was so loose for so long.  Today at church it seemed all the other kids your age had missing teeth to display, and after everyone had gone you asked your Dad to pull it out.  He did!  It bled some (very distressing for you) but then you had the tooth out of your mouth and dollar signs in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tooth fairy did not fail you; she brought you a dollar, a note, and a blue sparkle pen, which she left in the pocket of your special tooth fairy pillowcase that my mother made a few years ago for this very purpose.  Strangely, the tooth fairy FORGOT to take your tooth!  I told you she was like this -- she forgot to retrieve several of your big brother's teeth too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5629967927150960816-8532186973105434354?l=tinybig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/feeds/8532186973105434354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5629967927150960816&amp;postID=8532186973105434354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/8532186973105434354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/8532186973105434354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-lost-your-first-tooth.html' title='you lost your first tooth!'/><author><name>Lisa Creech Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04987000165835179612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7kiDGek0A4/TbqwZCEq9uI/AAAAAAAABLM/fUrYqpNRjxo/s220/Lisa%2BCreech%2BBledsoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629967927150960816.post-742770193559459900</id><published>2007-01-20T07:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T07:40:37.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>of course you can</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 2004, age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week you told me that you had a dream about flying.  You said you were up in my office and you had on a cape.  You climbed onto a chair and leapt off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I glided a little ways," you reported exultantly, face shining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; fly, Ice.&lt;br /&gt;You can fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5629967927150960816-742770193559459900?l=tinybig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/feeds/742770193559459900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5629967927150960816&amp;postID=742770193559459900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/742770193559459900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/742770193559459900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/2007/01/of-course-you-can_20.html' title='of course you can'/><author><name>Lisa Creech Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04987000165835179612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7kiDGek0A4/TbqwZCEq9uI/AAAAAAAABLM/fUrYqpNRjxo/s220/Lisa%2BCreech%2BBledsoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5629967927150960816.post-7227724752081982935</id><published>2007-01-20T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T07:26:41.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hbd!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September 6, 2004, age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, since it's  Monday and my day off, we celebrated your seventh birthday.  Your birthday breakfast was homemade biscuits and fried eggs.  Your brother the First worked hard on a lovely envelope (addressed to you and written in "tooth fairy" writing, with "Hbd!" and a goofy face drawn on the front) in which he enclosed $1.00.  It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;, very nice and you were utterly pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we treated you all to Bullwinkle's.  They have video games, a climbing wall, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;animatronics&lt;/span&gt;, and a light &amp; water show.  I gave each of you boys $3.&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;, and you and the First took a little extra money of your own.  You all won lots of tickets on &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;skee&lt;/span&gt;-ball, ate pizza, climbed in the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;playplace&lt;/span&gt;, and generally had a fantastic time.  You all traded in your tickets for an assortment of carefully chosen trinkets and candies.  You were so excited the entire time that even as we were getting our last drink refills (in Bullwinkle cups that we brought home) your hands were shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the first one to fall asleep tonight, after several proclamations about what a wonderful birthday you had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  And your "kitten" cake!  Dad did a bang-up job on that one.  A 3-d cat face with chocolate-dipped angel-hair pasta for whiskers.  Another huge hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Ice.  We love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5629967927150960816-7227724752081982935?l=tinybig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/feeds/7227724752081982935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5629967927150960816&amp;postID=7227724752081982935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/7227724752081982935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5629967927150960816/posts/default/7227724752081982935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybig.blogspot.com/2007/01/hbd.html' title='Hbd!'/><author><name>Lisa Creech Bledsoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04987000165835179612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7kiDGek0A4/TbqwZCEq9uI/AAAAAAAABLM/fUrYqpNRjxo/s220/Lisa%2BCreech%2BBledsoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
