<?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-14579359</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:21:59.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael's World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-3354560370057827735</id><published>2007-06-11T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:57:43.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Mercie</title><content type='html'>I love my new baby sister, Mercie. Tomorrow she will be one month. Here are some pictures of the past 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rm2MB9_NhWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CfDdEA0K2zY/s1600-h/PICT0245a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074866320563864930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rm2MB9_NhWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CfDdEA0K2zY/s320/PICT0245a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa and Grandma came to visit from Iowa. Here Grandpa is helping me hold Mercie. She wasn't very happy about something, but I was lovin' life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rm2MCN_NhXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3I5sS8EcoWo/s1600-h/PICT0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074866324858832242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rm2MCN_NhXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3I5sS8EcoWo/s320/PICT0191.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;It seems like she sleeps all the time. She does most of her napping in her swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rm2MCN_NhYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MDl84GzFnZ0/s1600-h/PICT0205a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074866324858832258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rm2MCN_NhYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MDl84GzFnZ0/s320/PICT0205a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy put this pretty dress on her one day and then she puked all over it. Ha Ha.&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rm2MCd_NhZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Rwx6S7HszqA/s1600-h/PICT0207a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074866329153799570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rm2MCd_NhZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Rwx6S7HszqA/s320/PICT0207a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she precious?&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rm2MCd_NhaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/80rPRTKk-ms/s1600-h/PICT0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074866329153799586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rm2MCd_NhaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/80rPRTKk-ms/s320/PICT0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rm2N8t_NhdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/I4qpDDUdLSc/s1600-h/PICT0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how much I love her.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rm2M-9_NhcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/k6HhUkC3K44/s1600-h/PICT0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074867368535885250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rm2M-9_NhcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/k6HhUkC3K44/s320/PICT0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercie was dedicated to God on June 3.&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rm2M-N_NhbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ajp_Mj4HwMM/s1600-h/PICT0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074867355650983346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rm2M-N_NhbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ajp_Mj4HwMM/s320/PICT0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dedication service we all went out to eat. Here we are with all the grandparents.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rm2N8t_NhdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/I4qpDDUdLSc/s1600-h/PICT0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074868429392807378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rm2N8t_NhdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/I4qpDDUdLSc/s320/PICT0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was listening to a Worship CD when we found Mercie like this. We didn't know if she was praising God, or dreaming about being mugged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14579359-3354560370057827735?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/3354560370057827735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=3354560370057827735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/3354560370057827735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/3354560370057827735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2007/06/mercie-is-one-month-old-tomorrow.html' title='More Mercie'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rm2MB9_NhWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CfDdEA0K2zY/s72-c/PICT0245a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-7059136981848932188</id><published>2007-05-14T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:57:43.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercie Jayd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RkjgEQzVjnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TOgIcL3v828/s1600-h/PICT0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064544144812510834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RkjgEQzVjnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TOgIcL3v828/s320/PICT0212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SISTER IS HERE! MY SISTER IS HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISNT SHE GORGEOUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is really tiny Mommy says 6 pounds 13 ounces and 19 inches long whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and daddy let me hold her and kiss her this is awesome..&lt;br /&gt;ok more tomorrow...bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RkjgEwzVjoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/W-3fzd3aLhY/s1600-h/PICT0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064544153402445442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RkjgEwzVjoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/W-3fzd3aLhY/s320/PICT0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RkjgEwzVjoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/W-3fzd3aLhY/s1600-h/PICT0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RkjgEwzVjoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/W-3fzd3aLhY/s1600-h/PICT0213.JPG"&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RkjgFAzVjpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VDyb-YiNW6g/s1600-h/PICT0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064544157697412754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RkjgFAzVjpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VDyb-YiNW6g/s320/PICT0227.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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RkjgFQzVjqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2ac99ENZgPA/s1600-h/PICT0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064544161992380066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" height="258" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RkjgFQzVjqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2ac99ENZgPA/s320/PICT0206.JPG" width="320" 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/14579359-7059136981848932188?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/7059136981848932188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=7059136981848932188&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/7059136981848932188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/7059136981848932188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2007/05/mercie-jayd.html' title='Mercie Jayd'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RkjgEQzVjnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TOgIcL3v828/s72-c/PICT0212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-4437281000380381890</id><published>2007-05-01T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:57:44.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging out with Daddy</title><content type='html'>Just a couple of pics of Dad and I chillin' last Friday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rjf9CAzVjkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iH9nX715t4o/s1600-h/PICT0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059790917390929474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rjf9CAzVjkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iH9nX715t4o/s320/PICT0197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love playing football on XBox with Daddy.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rjf9CQzVjlI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1B45uF1R6Xs/s1600-h/PICT0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059790921685896786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rjf9CQzVjlI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1B45uF1R6Xs/s320/PICT0196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I don't even have to look at the TV to play.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rjf9CQzVjmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l4QN3aASi1A/s1600-h/PICT0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059790921685896802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rjf9CQzVjmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l4QN3aASi1A/s320/PICT0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm explaining my defense strategy to Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14579359-4437281000380381890?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/4437281000380381890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=4437281000380381890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/4437281000380381890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/4437281000380381890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2007/05/hanging-out-with-daddy.html' title='Hanging out with Daddy'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rjf9CAzVjkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iH9nX715t4o/s72-c/PICT0197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-4418223465175312132</id><published>2007-03-31T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:57:45.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Egg Hunt</title><content type='html'>Today Mommy and Daddy took me to the Library for songs and stories and an Easter egg hunt. There were a lot of kids there. I had a great time. The Easter bunny even showed up and I got to meet him. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rg6JsX6jNFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Y4YKFe1ylp0/s1600-h/PICT0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048123627755746386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rg6JsX6jNFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Y4YKFe1ylp0/s320/PICT0202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and I waiting outside for Miss Linda to say, "GO!"&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rg6Jsn6jNGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DpulKuDq5KI/s1600-h/PICT0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048123632050713698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rg6Jsn6jNGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DpulKuDq5KI/s320/PICT0206.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;Running around the building to find the eggs.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rg6Js36jNHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ofKwrJw7kMA/s1600-h/PICT0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048123636345681010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rg6Js36jNHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ofKwrJw7kMA/s320/PICT0208.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;Look a ball!&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rg6JtH6jNII/AAAAAAAAAE0/WQcXi7gkKh8/s1600-h/PICT0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048123640640648322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rg6JtH6jNII/AAAAAAAAAE0/WQcXi7gkKh8/s320/PICT0215.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;Dumping out my eggs so I can get a bunny bag.&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rg6JtX6jNJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/EDQV5jHTcxA/s1600-h/PICT0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048123644935615634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rg6JtX6jNJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/EDQV5jHTcxA/s320/PICT0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the BIG bunny.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rg6KBH6jNKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-V0MJufhyW8/s1600-h/PICT0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048123984238032034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rg6KBH6jNKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-V0MJufhyW8/s320/PICT0219.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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rg6KBX6jNLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/grgVCM43BMI/s1600-h/PICT0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048123988532999346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rg6KBX6jNLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/grgVCM43BMI/s320/PICT0220.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;Look what I got in my bunny bag.&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rg6KBX6jNMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/k1DZVF1caqQ/s1600-h/PICT0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048123988532999362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rg6KBX6jNMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/k1DZVF1caqQ/s320/PICT0224.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;Watching Elmo with my bunny mask and egg bucket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14579359-4418223465175312132?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/4418223465175312132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=4418223465175312132&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/4418223465175312132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/4418223465175312132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2007/03/easter-egg-hunt.html' title='Easter Egg Hunt'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rg6JsX6jNFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Y4YKFe1ylp0/s72-c/PICT0202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-7654179720227455205</id><published>2007-03-19T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:57:46.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding my bicycle</title><content type='html'>For Christmas Nana &amp; Papa gave me a bike that is just my size. Last week we had some really nice weather, so Mommy and I took the bike up to Nana &amp;amp; Papa's to ride it. They have a nicer driveway and a safer street Mommy says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6yc9GfxmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YHsGgOoFvsw/s1600-h/PICT0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043664843209426530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6yc9GfxmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YHsGgOoFvsw/s320/PICT0179.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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6ydNGfxnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yHm7C0qmByQ/s1600-h/PICT0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043664847504393842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6ydNGfxnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yHm7C0qmByQ/s320/PICT0180.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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6yddGfxpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/B8FmwmJZhVI/s1600-h/PICT0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043664851799361170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6yddGfxpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/B8FmwmJZhVI/s320/PICT0182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6yddGfxoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CnBDaOyeldU/s1600-h/PICT0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043664851799361154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6yddGfxoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CnBDaOyeldU/s320/PICT0181.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/14579359-7654179720227455205?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/7654179720227455205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=7654179720227455205&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/7654179720227455205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/7654179720227455205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2007/03/riding-my-bicycle.html' title='Riding my bicycle'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6yc9GfxmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YHsGgOoFvsw/s72-c/PICT0179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-7718835154621489009</id><published>2007-03-19T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:57:47.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>I am finally two! Here are a few pictures from my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6urNGfxdI/AAAAAAAAACw/PvQfW-5PZXI/s1600-h/PICT0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043660689976051154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6urNGfxdI/AAAAAAAAACw/PvQfW-5PZXI/s320/PICT0193.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;Opening a present from Nana &amp; Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6urdGfxeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/k_AujUNZWZM/s1600-h/PICT0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043660694271018466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6urdGfxeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/k_AujUNZWZM/s320/PICT0194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, do you want to save the paper?"&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6urdGfxfI/AAAAAAAAADA/g8MR-VPFOsk/s1600-h/PICT0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043660694271018482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6urdGfxfI/AAAAAAAAADA/g8MR-VPFOsk/s320/PICT0206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana is showing me how my new slinky works.&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6urtGfxgI/AAAAAAAAADI/qb-1fPuB6j8/s1600-h/PICT0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043660698565985794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6urtGfxgI/AAAAAAAAADI/qb-1fPuB6j8/s320/PICT0215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I got it. This thing is cool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6vStGfxhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6MiZANoGKgw/s1600-h/PICT0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043661368580883986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6vStGfxhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6MiZANoGKgw/s320/PICT0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for the cake. I blow the candles out right away.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6vS9GfxiI/AAAAAAAAADY/gFIrvmmK07Q/s1600-h/PICT0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043661372875851298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6vS9GfxiI/AAAAAAAAADY/gFIrvmmK07Q/s320/PICT0222.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;I really wanted a slice of that cake.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6vS9GfxjI/AAAAAAAAADg/7nmXb1YHBEY/s1600-h/PICT0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043661372875851314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6vS9GfxjI/AAAAAAAAADg/7nmXb1YHBEY/s320/PICT0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all had to sing "Happy Birthday."&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6vTNGfxkI/AAAAAAAAADo/RGUhonWhllI/s1600-h/PICT0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043661377170818626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6vTNGfxkI/AAAAAAAAADo/RGUhonWhllI/s320/PICT0230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's MINE!&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6vTNGfxlI/AAAAAAAAADw/GyY4RWsxGZM/s1600-h/PICT0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043661377170818642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6vTNGfxlI/AAAAAAAAADw/GyY4RWsxGZM/s320/PICT0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, I need a washcloth."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14579359-7718835154621489009?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/7718835154621489009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=7718835154621489009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/7718835154621489009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/7718835154621489009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/Rf6urNGfxdI/AAAAAAAAACw/PvQfW-5PZXI/s72-c/PICT0193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-1212078449478139041</id><published>2007-01-03T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:57:48.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Iowa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I decided I really like Christmas. Especially when we get to celebrate in 3 different states. Let's do this again next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZv_HhPiEUI/AAAAAAAAABU/9m_09aFc8aU/s1600-h/Picture+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015883114654863682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZv_HhPiEUI/AAAAAAAAABU/9m_09aFc8aU/s320/Picture+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me, Grandpa and Bump, the cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZv_HxPiEVI/AAAAAAAAABc/JWfIXrPkH7U/s1600-h/Picture+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015883118949830994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZv_HxPiEVI/AAAAAAAAABc/JWfIXrPkH7U/s320/Picture+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wearing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; hat and riding the car I stole away from Charlie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZv_HxPiEWI/AAAAAAAAABk/OgUUpHlVuo8/s1600-h/Picture+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015883118949831010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZv_HxPiEWI/AAAAAAAAABk/OgUUpHlVuo8/s320/Picture+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Great-grandpa bought Charlie and I matching outfits. Don't we look like twins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZv_IBPiEYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/AAH2ZOn79sE/s1600-h/Picture+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015883123244798338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZv_IBPiEYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/AAH2ZOn79sE/s320/Picture+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really liked taking Charlie's toys. I don't think he liked it too much though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZwAiBPiEaI/AAAAAAAAACE/d711vx9JAnk/s1600-h/Picture+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015884669433024930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZwAiBPiEaI/AAAAAAAAACE/d711vx9JAnk/s320/Picture+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Charlie took his toy back so I showed him who was boss. What are you laughing at, Uncle Jon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZwAiBPiEZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MvokHpjS9OI/s1600-h/Picture+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015884669433024914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZwAiBPiEZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MvokHpjS9OI/s320/Picture+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daddy is showing me how to play the new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xylophone Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Jonny&lt;/span&gt; gave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14579359-1212078449478139041?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/1212078449478139041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=1212078449478139041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/1212078449478139041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/1212078449478139041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2007/01/christmas-in-iowa.html' title='Christmas in Iowa'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZv_HhPiEUI/AAAAAAAAABU/9m_09aFc8aU/s72-c/Picture+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-6609830165708009877</id><published>2007-01-03T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:57:48.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Ohio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZv83BPiESI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jVNT6Btc3gY/s1600-h/Picture+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015880632163766562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZv83BPiESI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jVNT6Btc3gY/s320/Picture+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The night before we left for Iowa Mom, Dad and I opened presents. I got a couple books, some toy cars, cool lights and a horn for my bike and a weird looking stuffed, blue fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZv83RPiETI/AAAAAAAAABE/jHuYtZHB6b8/s1600-h/Picture+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015880636458733874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZv83RPiETI/AAAAAAAAABE/jHuYtZHB6b8/s320/Picture+054.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/14579359-6609830165708009877?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/6609830165708009877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=6609830165708009877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/6609830165708009877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/6609830165708009877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2007/01/christmas-in-ohio.html' title='Christmas in Ohio'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZv83BPiESI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jVNT6Btc3gY/s72-c/Picture+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-7293564966452201274</id><published>2007-01-03T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:57:49.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Michigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZv7rxPiEOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6VC4I9AGfBk/s1600-h/HPIM0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015879339378610402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZv7rxPiEOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6VC4I9AGfBk/s320/HPIM0683.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;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pickin' my nose while I watch football with my cousin, Matt.&lt;/span&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZv7rxPiEPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/euX85XjvL24/s1600-h/HPIM0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015879339378610418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZv7rxPiEPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/euX85XjvL24/s320/HPIM0692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Opening my car from Uncle Kenny, Aunt Jann and family.&lt;/span&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZv7rxPiEQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ngVP6U-fbyE/s1600-h/HPIM0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015879339378610434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZv7rxPiEQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ngVP6U-fbyE/s320/HPIM0695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Taking a ride on my new bike from Nana and Papa.  I love this thing!&lt;/span&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZv7sBPiERI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cjg_xO_CqiY/s1600-h/HPIM0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015879343673577746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZv7sBPiERI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cjg_xO_CqiY/s320/HPIM0699.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/14579359-7293564966452201274?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/7293564966452201274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=7293564966452201274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/7293564966452201274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/7293564966452201274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2007/01/christmas-in-michigan.html' title='Christmas in Michigan'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7_W2WQ3cY4/RZv7rxPiEOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6VC4I9AGfBk/s72-c/HPIM0683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-116611544770158996</id><published>2006-12-14T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T11:59:33.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Drummer Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I have found my calling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; All the chicks dig the drummer right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/320/569333/100_4067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/1600/582653/100_4064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/320/785865/100_4064.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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/1600/136790/100_4066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/320/774987/100_4066.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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/1600/747903/100_4065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/320/817885/100_4065.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/14579359-116611544770158996?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/116611544770158996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=116611544770158996&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/116611544770158996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/116611544770158996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2006/12/little-drummer-boy.html' title='Little Drummer Boy'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-116526306004220751</id><published>2006-12-04T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T15:11:00.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>When I woke up from my nap today it was snowing. So Mom bundled me up and took me outside. It was so much fun. I didn't want to come back inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/1600/755481/PICT0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/200/497108/PICT0017.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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/1600/569894/PICT0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/200/495160/PICT0021.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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/1600/178320/PICT0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/200/760249/PICT0015.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/14579359-116526306004220751?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/116526306004220751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=116526306004220751&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/116526306004220751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/116526306004220751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2006/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-116524593582151412</id><published>2006-12-04T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T10:26:51.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas cookies</title><content type='html'>My friends, Jenna, Alexa, and Emma and their mom came over this weekend to make cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/1600/785807/PICT0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/200/826361/PICT0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't this look fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/1600/360929/PICT0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/200/597742/PICT0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the sugar and the dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/1600/349043/PICT0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/200/14172/PICT0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma decorating her cookie so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/1600/938132/PICT0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/200/581943/PICT0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snacking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/1600/353561/PICT0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/200/228656/PICT0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's more fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/1600/313597/PICT0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/200/423563/PICT0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everyone else is cleaning up Emma and I play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14579359-116524593582151412?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/116524593582151412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=116524593582151412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/116524593582151412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/116524593582151412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-cookies.html' title='Christmas cookies'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-116483052052761629</id><published>2006-11-29T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T15:02:00.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O Christmas Tree...</title><content type='html'>Before we left for Thanksgiving Mom and Dad set up our Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/1600/985920/PICT0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/320/643610/PICT0008.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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/1600/520913/PICT0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/320/784785/PICT0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad decorating a tree that is just for my bedroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14579359-116483052052761629?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/116483052052761629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=116483052052761629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/116483052052761629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/116483052052761629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2006/11/o-christmas-tree.html' title='O Christmas Tree...'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-116482991496171740</id><published>2006-11-29T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T14:51:55.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>For Thanksgiving this year we went to visit my Aunt Paula. Here are some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/1600/451533/PICT0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/320/481136/PICT0016.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;Playing ball in the yard with Aunt Paula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/1600/844644/thanksgiving%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/320/456052/thanksgiving%20002.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;Everyone watching the football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/1600/837763/HPIM0664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/320/350532/HPIM0664.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;This was my favorite table because of all the balls, but no one would let me play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/1600/94351/HPIM0668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5754/1320/320/649720/HPIM0668.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;Waiting for my breakfast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14579359-116482991496171740?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/116482991496171740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=116482991496171740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/116482991496171740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/116482991496171740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-116169782960032407</id><published>2006-10-24T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T09:59:34.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pictures from this weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/HPIM0597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/320/HPIM0597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy everyone is in town this weekend to celebrate Nana &amp; Papa's 60th anniversary.&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/HPIM0578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/320/HPIM0578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the top deck of the riverboat that we all took for a luncheon cruise to celebrate Nana &amp; Papa's anniversary. Look at all the pretty colors.&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/HPIM0565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/320/HPIM0565.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;Aunt Lisa &amp; Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/HPIM0568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/320/HPIM0568.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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Anniversary, Nana &amp;amp; Papa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14579359-116169782960032407?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/116169782960032407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=116169782960032407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/116169782960032407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/116169782960032407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-pictures-from-this-weekend.html' title='Some pictures from this weekend'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-116067664932419062</id><published>2006-10-12T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T14:10:49.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Then &amp; Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/Picture%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/320/Picture%20043.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;This is me last year playing in the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/PICT0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/320/PICT0013.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;Here I am this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/PICT0005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/320/PICT0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/14579359-116067664932419062?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/116067664932419062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=116067664932419062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/116067664932419062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/116067664932419062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2006/10/then-now.html' title='Then &amp; Now'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-116048913684065184</id><published>2006-10-10T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T10:06:06.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Filling Daddy's shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/PICT0014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/320/PICT0014.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look how big Daddy's boots are on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/PICT0016.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/320/PICT0016.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/PICT0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14579359-116048913684065184?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/116048913684065184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=116048913684065184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/116048913684065184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/116048913684065184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2006/10/filling-daddys-shoes.html' title='Filling Daddy&apos;s shoes'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-115902732364229213</id><published>2006-09-23T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T12:02:03.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from our trip to Iowa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At the beginning of August Mommy, Daddy and I took Aunt Mary back to Iowa and stayed for a whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/PICT0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/PICT0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my U. Jonny and my cousin Charlie. Here I'm giving him and hug because he was upset about something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/PICT0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/PICT0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/PICT0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I liked sitting on Grandpa's lap. I don't know why Charlie is crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/PICT0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/PICT0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is my great-grandpa Nelson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/PICT0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/PICT0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;About the middle of the week I found the cats' hinding place behind the couch. So whenever they would hide back there I would follow and hide back there with them. I don't think they minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/PICT0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/PICT0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is my U. David. He just got off work, that's why he's all dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/PICT0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/PICT0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grandma is showing me how to pet the cat nicely. This cat didn't like me much. I can't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/PICT0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/PICT0058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is my U. Chris and A. Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/PICT0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/PICT0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here I am with everyone...well almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/PICT0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14579359-115902732364229213?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/115902732364229213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=115902732364229213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/115902732364229213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/115902732364229213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2006/09/pictures-from-our-trip-to-iowa.html' title='Pictures from our trip to Iowa'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-115902603062547148</id><published>2006-09-23T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T10:17:44.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Traverse City trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At the beginning of July Mommy, Daddy, Aunt Mary and I took a trip to Traverse City to spend a week with Daddy's family. Here are a few pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/HPIM0333.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/HPIM0333.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mommy, A. Mary &amp;amp; A. Paula putting up the badminton net. It looked like a fun game, but Mommy wouldn't let me stay up past my bedtime to watch everyone play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/HPIM0357.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/HPIM0356.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/HPIM0356.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am talking with my cousin, Alex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/HPIM0401.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/HPIM0401.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Limes are yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Alex's dad gave us some lime pieces to eat while he was making dinner one night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/HPIM0389.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/HPIM0389.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the water trampoline that floated away one day with Mommy, A. Mary, A. Paula and A. Jann on it. Daddy and U. Kenny had to pull them back in with U Kenny's bass boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/HPIM0413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/HPIM0413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are Daddy, U. Kenny, Christian, David, Matt and U. Ron getting ready to go out on the pontoon boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/PICT0007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/PICT0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These are the steps that we went down everyday to get to the lake. Mommy said it was great exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/PICT0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/PICT0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here was the little house that Alex and I would play on in the lake.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14579359-115902603062547148?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/115902603062547148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=115902603062547148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/115902603062547148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/115902603062547148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2006/09/pictures-from-traverse-city-trip.html' title='Pictures from Traverse City trip'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-115134397619861731</id><published>2006-06-26T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T13:46:16.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1024/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today I played in my backyard with my new toys.  Thank you, Mimi, for the car!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/14579359-115134397619861731?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/115134397619861731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=115134397619861731&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/115134397619861731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/115134397619861731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2006/06/playing-outside.html' title='Playing Outside'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-115099791414108696</id><published>2006-06-22T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T13:39:44.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1024/collage.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/400/collage.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have been having a lot of fun lately. I think that summer is great. Mommy and I go outside a lot. Mommy got a bicycle for her birthday and Daddy put a seat on it for me. Almost everyday Mommy takes me out around the neighborhood. We have seen so many things. Sometimes she takes me to a park and I get to go down the slides. We also have a slide in our backyard now too. It has a little playhouse underneath it with a door and a window. I love playing in there. Last week Mimi gave me a car that I can ride in around my driveway. It's red and yellow. Right now I just like to sit in it and sometimes I get out and push it around. I don't think I'm ready to drive yet.&lt;br /&gt;This week Mommy and I went to the zoo with Mimi, El, Em, Reggy-Roo, Tay-Tay and Janet. It was a blast. Mommy pushed me in the stroller for a while and then Tay-Tay pushed me the rest of the time. She is always so nice to me. We got to see lots of animals. The seals swam right up to the glass and it seemed like we could almost touch them. I did get to touch a baby goat. The zoo people let us in the cage area to pet the goats and even brush them. That was a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;Today Mommy and I went to the Art Museum. My friend, Justin, was there and he helped me make a big mask. I colored on it with crayons and then Mommy tried to help me glue on some feathers, but I was bored by then and the glue stick and the crayons started to look awfully good, so when I tried to eat them, Mommy and Justin took them away and took me to the play room instead.&lt;br /&gt;Last night it stormed really bad here. When it was all done Daddy took me outside to show me our yard. About half of our front and side yard was all water. It was in the street too. During the storm there was thunder that was really loud, but I was brave and only cried one time, otherwise I don't think thunder is that scary...as long as Mommy or Daddy are right there.&lt;br /&gt;Next week Mommy says that Aunt Mary is coming out to visit us. We are going to pick her up somewhere and then she'll be with us all through July. Also in July we are going to stay up north in a house on a lake and I will get to see my cousin, Alex. I haven't seen him since Christmas. I am so excited. I'll tell you all about it when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" 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/14579359-115099791414108696?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/115099791414108696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=115099791414108696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/115099791414108696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/115099791414108696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-is-good.html' title='Life Is Good!'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-114599489425894650</id><published>2006-04-25T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:58:27.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1024/PICT0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/400/PICT0091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Sunday I started feeding myself with a spoon. It feels good to gain a little independence. Mommy and I are having a lot of fun with this nice weather. We go for a walk almost everyday. Sometimes we walk to the store and sometimes we just do a little sightseeing. We've also started playing outside a little bit. Mommy puts down a blanket and then we sit on that and play with some toys. On Saturday we went over to my friend's house and I played in his backyard with him. He is a lot bigger than me. He walks all over the place. By the way, I am learning how to walk. The most steps I've taken on my own so far is 6. I take off all by myself too. If I see something I want I try to walk toward it. Most of the time I go down face first. Then I laugh, walking is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;Today Daddy didn't have to go to work and I got to spend the whole morning with him. Mommy had a lunch appointment to go to, so I went shopping with Daddy. He always takes me to the fun hardware store. We also went to visit a friend of his. I like it when it's just us guys.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" 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/14579359-114599489425894650?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/114599489425894650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=114599489425894650&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/114599489425894650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/114599489425894650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2006/04/little-things.html' title='The Little Things'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-114237282057113116</id><published>2006-03-14T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T16:49:10.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I am ONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1024/collage.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/400/collage.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like birthdays. Sunday night we went to see Nana &amp; Papa and after dinner they had cake for me and they sang to me and then gave me a piece and even let me feed myself. Boy, was it good. Nana even had a new Tigger bib for me to wear. After dinner they gave me brand new ball. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Mommy gave me a present from Mrs M from church. It was a toy drill that talks and a toy hammer that makes lots of noises. What fun! Last night Daddy took Mommy out for dinner, and I got to stay home with Mimi. I love Mimi. She always plays on the floor with me and tickles me and plays hide &amp;amp; seek. We played so much that I fell asleep on her lap 20 minutes before my bedtime. When I woke up Mommy and Daddy were home.&lt;br /&gt;Today Mommy and Mrs E took me to the store to have my picture taken. I smiled a lot and Mommy said that we got a lot of good pictures. After that we went to lunch and then shopping. When we got home I was exhausted and took a nap. After dinner tonight Mommy says that I'll get to have a cupcake with Elmo on it. I really like birthdays. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" 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/14579359-114237282057113116?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/114237282057113116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=114237282057113116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/114237282057113116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/114237282057113116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-i-am-one.html' title='Today I am ONE!'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-114170070314578013</id><published>2006-03-06T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T22:05:54.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1024/PICT0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/400/PICT0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been pretty full. Friday night Mommy and Daddy went out with friends and I got to stay home with my babysitter, Miss R. We have lots of fun together. She plays games with me and lets me sleep on her lap. Mommy and Daddy were out really late, so we didn't get to bed till even later, but then we got to sleep in on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Once we were up and around on Saturday we went out to do some furniture shopping. All day we drove around town to one store and then another. I was in the van and then in the stroller, then back in the van then back in the stoller. By the end of the day I was so tired, but happy, because I got to be with Mommy &lt;strong&gt;and &lt;/strong&gt;Daddy for a full day!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday after church and lunch we went to one last store and finally bought a couch. It's really soft and nice and we'll get it later this week. I'm so excited. Mommy says that I can spill stuff on it and it won't stain, that's what she likes about it.&lt;br /&gt;Today I rested up from my weekend and then tonight I went out with Mommy. Now I'm going to play with Daddy a little bit before I hit the sack. G'night, all! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" 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/14579359-114170070314578013?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/114170070314578013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=114170070314578013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/114170070314578013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/114170070314578013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-times.html' title='Good times'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-114073352335706613</id><published>2006-02-23T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T17:41:22.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ordinary Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/PICT0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/320/PICT0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on today. Daddy came home from work early, but then Mommy and I left him at home so that we could go shopping. That was fun, but I lost my hat at the store and we couldn't find it. Mommy says it's a good thing that it isn't too cold out today, but we'll have to get me a new one soon. Sounds like fun to me. I like to go shopping. People always stop and smile and talk to me, and there's always so much to see. Later, when I wake up from my nap we will be going for a walk with Miss S and my friend, D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14579359-114073352335706613?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/114073352335706613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=114073352335706613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/114073352335706613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/114073352335706613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2006/02/ordinary-thursday.html' title='An Ordinary Thursday'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-114073262108308123</id><published>2006-02-23T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T17:10:21.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pictures from my trip to Iowa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1024/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/14579359-114073262108308123?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/114073262108308123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=114073262108308123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/114073262108308123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/114073262108308123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-pictures-from-my-trip-to-iowa.html' title='Some pictures from my trip to Iowa'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-113202503367481664</id><published>2005-11-14T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T22:26:55.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/Picture%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/320/Picture%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/PICT0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/320/PICT0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/PICT0027.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/320/PICT0027.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/PICT0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/320/PICT0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/PICT0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/320/PICT0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 8 months old today! I would like to celebrate by showcasing some pictures of me. I think I'm pretty cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14579359-113202503367481664?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/113202503367481664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=113202503367481664&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/113202503367481664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/113202503367481664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-113157281893402248</id><published>2005-11-09T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T16:47:12.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love fall!</title><content type='html'>This is so great! The leaves are falling and it's so wonderful outside. I love it when Mommy takes me outside.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/Picture%20045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/320/Picture%20045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I always want to eat the leaves, but Mommy says I can't do that. Our lives have been pretty busy lately. With Uncle J living with us there is always something going on and always someone there to hold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a suprise birthday party for my Aunt P a couple weeks ago. The day of her party I had a very important job to do. I had to keep her upstairs while Nana and everyone decorated downstairs. I did my job so well. She never went downstairs until it was time for the party and then boy was she suprised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was a big arts and craft fair at our church. Mommy helped with it since it was for Newborns in Need. I was there for a little while so that I could see everyone and say hi. Then Daddy came to take me home and I spent the day with him. We had lots of fun. That night Daddy and Uncle J went to see a war movie together. I had to stay home with Mommy, but Daddy says when I get bigger then I can see war movies with him. Mommy didn't like that suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend Mommy and Daddy are taking me to Iowa. Uncle J has to move back there, so we are taking him back and then staying a while to see Grandma and Grandpa. I haven't seen them since July. They will think that I have gotten so big! My Aunt A had a baby last month. I can't wait to meet my new cousin. Mommy told me that he won't be able to play with me yet. That's okay. I can play with all the big people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am going to go with Daddy and Uncle Jonny to look at a car. We have to go a long way. Maybe I'll sleep the whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Michael, signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14579359-113157281893402248?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/113157281893402248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=113157281893402248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/113157281893402248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/113157281893402248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-love-fall.html' title='I love fall!'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-112894950645880255</id><published>2005-10-10T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T09:19:59.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/Pict0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/Pict0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/Pict0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/Pict0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It seems like something happens here everyday. My Uncle J has moved in with us and it is so much fun playing with him. I got my first trip to an airport to pick him up 3 weeks ago. It was cool watching all the big airplanes. Uncle J is trying to teach me to crawl. I have to say, I'm not a big fan of the crawling concept. I really like to stand up and try to walk. It's much more exciting and I'm not eating carpet as much. Mommy, Daddy and Uncle J took down my swing and put up my new Jumperoo. I love jumping in it! I have learned a new game that keeps me from getting bored. I like to play peek-a-boo. I do it on my own too. I hide behind a blanket and then pop out at Mommy. I surprise her every time and I laugh so hard. Last night we went to Nana and Papa's for dinner. Whenever I go there I am the center of attention, as it should be. My Aunt L and Cousin S were there too so there was no shortage of people to hold me. Saturday was Newborns In Need. I went with Mommy again, and of course all the ladies there held me and talked to me. I think I spend too much time with women, once I learn to walk I plan on spending more time with Daddy helping him out. It's pretty early so I will sign off and try to get a few more hours of sleep before Mommy takes me out for the day. I think we have a lot of people to see today, so I need to get my rest.&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/14579359-112894950645880255?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/112894950645880255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=112894950645880255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/112894950645880255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/112894950645880255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good!'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-112647785774959626</id><published>2005-09-11T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T20:11:11.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Andy came to visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/Pict0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/Pict0066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/Pict0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/Pict0064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Can you see them? Can you see my teeth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/Pict0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/Pict0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aunt Andy thinks I'm so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/Pict0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/Pict0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; This is my new toy at Nana &amp;amp; Papa's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/Pict0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/Pict0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friends and Family Day with Miss C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/aug%2027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In my Jeep stroller waiting for my walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't blogged in a while, but I have been very busy. My Aunt Andy came to visit from Iowa. It was a lot of fun having her around. I was having a hard week while she was here. One of my teeth started to come in and then it was followed by another tooth right away, so I was a little sore for about a week. But now I have 2 sharp little teeth. Mommy took a picture of them for my baby book. Mommy and Aunt Andy finished a project for my bedroom. They bought some wooden letters that spell my name and painted them red and hung them on my wall. Mommy says my room is finally all done. Mommy and I took Aunt Andy out to see all sorts of places. One day we went shopping and out to lunch, and then another day we went swimming, but I slept through most of that day, and then we went to the Y so Aunt Andy could go to Mommy's yoga class. And one night AA and Mommy got dressed up and went out to dinner and I stayed home with Daddy. We had a good night together, just us boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yesterday was Newborns In Need, and Mommy took me to see all those ladies again. They always hold me and play with me. Miss M really likes to hold me and she is really funny. She likes to talk and joke around with Mommy. I think she will come to babysit me sometime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14579359-112647785774959626?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/112647785774959626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=112647785774959626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/112647785774959626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/112647785774959626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2005/09/aunt-andy-came-to-visit.html' title='Aunt Andy came to visit'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-112484259871745421</id><published>2005-08-23T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T16:00:59.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/Pict00291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/Pict00291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today Mommy took me to get my haircut. It wasn't too bad. I sat on Mommy's lap in the chair and then Miss A made the chair go up really high so I could see myself in the mirror. Once we were up high she put a REALLY big bib on me and got out some pretty, shiny scissors. I kept trying to look at the scissors because they were so pretty, but Mommy held me still and wouldn't let me get at them. It didn't take too long to cut everything because she only cut the top and back. I was afraid she was going to cut my curls, but she didn't. I kind of like my haircut, it doesn't get in my eyes anymore and Mommy hasn't brushed it off my face and mumbled about messy hair since we got home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tonight Mommy and I went to the grocery store. Mommy let me ride in my carrier so I could face front and push the cart like I like to do. Everyone always stops and says hi to me and calls me a cutie. I like that too. Mommy is going to give me a bath now so I'll be nice and clean when Daddy gets home. I can't wait to tell him about my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14579359-112484259871745421?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/112484259871745421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=112484259871745421&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/112484259871745421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/112484259871745421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2005/08/haircut.html' title='The Haircut'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-112422101485992884</id><published>2005-08-16T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T15:49:15.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Places I Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/Pict01031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/Pict01031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been a little busy these last few days. Let's start with last Thursday. Mommy and Mrs E took me to get my picture taken. It wasn't too bad a first. There was this nice lady there who kept trying to get me to smile, by making funny noises and sticking feathers in my face. I didn't like the feathers much, so Mommy told her to not do that. I smiled a lot for the first few pictures, but after a while and 2 changes of clothes later I wasn't so happy. I didn't really want to smile after that. Once we were done Mommy picked out the pictures she wanted and bought a WHOLE lot of them, so I'm pretty sure if you know me you will be getting one. After the pictures we had some lunch and Mommy went to the doctor to get her eyes checked. Mrs E took me all around the store and did some shopping. I had my toy bug so I was content. After a loooooong day we were finally able to go home. I slept the whole way. That night Mommy took me to a friend's house where she had a meeting for Newborns In Need. I got to spend the evening with Miss B, but I was more than ready to go home and go to bed by the time we left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On Friday Mommy, Mrs M, her daughter and I went to the antique stores again. What a snooze. I managed to stay awake through lunch, and one store, but then slept through the rest. Mommy had a lot of fun and even bought a book that she remembers from when she was little. She said someday I'll love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For most of the day on Saturday we were at the Newborns In Need group that Mommy's a part of. I was really good for most of the day and all the ladies there loved me. I only cried, when I needed to take a nap and so Mrs B rocked me to sleep. We came home and I took another nap and then Mommy and Daddy took me to the store to pick up Mommy's new glasses. While we were out we stopped at Pizza Hut and had dinner. The waitress really liked my hair. She kept playing with it and talking to Mommy and Daddy about her bald baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sunday was another busy day. We went up to Nana &amp; Papa's house for lunch and then stayed all day and had dinner there too. Aunt P was there from out of town. Aunt L and Uncle R were there too with my cousins. I get held so much when we go there. I didn't want to take my nap, but I finally stopped fighting it when Aunt L held me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Monday was a really easy day. Mommy and I stayed home and I slept A LOT! We went to the library and the store in the afternoon. Daddy came home after that and took me with him to do some work for his friend and I got to meet Mr &amp;amp; Mrs S. Spending time with Daddy was fun and I was so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today Mommy took me to lunch with her and her friend Mrs B and her little boy J. After lunch we checked out the park. J ran and played on all the stuff, but Mommy said I'll have to wait to do that. She put me in the swing though. Now we're home and it's time for my nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is Michael signing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14579359-112422101485992884?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/112422101485992884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=112422101485992884&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/112422101485992884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/112422101485992884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2005/08/places-i-go.html' title='The Places I Go'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-112364246750227582</id><published>2005-08-09T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T22:54:45.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The People I Meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/Pict00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/Pict00071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/Pict0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/Pict0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I haven't blogged in a while and for that I apologize. For most of last week Mommy and I didn't do too much out of the house. I blame the weather mostly, it's just too hot some days to go out. Last Friday we ended our self-imposed imprisonment and had lunch with Mrs S. She really seemed to like me. But what's not to like? She told Mommy that I am a very handsome boy. After lunch, during which I was a very good boy, Mommy and I went over to Mrs M's house because she was having a garage sale and we thought she'd like some company. We stayed a long time and I got to play with her daughter who is really funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Saturday was pretty rough for me. Mommy and Daddy were both home all day. Daddy was doing some work outside and Mommy was trying to make some things in the kitchen. I say trying because she couldn't do too much since I needed her almost all day. I just didn't feel right. Mostly my mouth hurt, so I didn't want to think about it and I wanted Mommy to hold me. I tried to take a couple naps, but I just kept waking up. It was a long day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sunday morning, I got to go to &lt;em&gt;The Nursery&lt;/em&gt; again. I'm kind of starting to like that place. There are all sorts of people my size to talk to. Later in the day, Mommy took me to a picnic with a group of people who all talked some funny language. They all seemed to like me and there were lots of little people there as well. We were there for a while, but it was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; hot. Mommy didn't like the heat and I was getting tired so we left before it was over. I went to bed pretty early that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On Monday my neighbor friend came over to visit me. He's 2, but he still likes to play with me. We got out my Noah's Ark toy and played with all the animals. He liked putting them inside the Ark, but I liked putting them in my mouth. Mommy eventually took them all away from me. I don't know what she's so worried about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today was the most exciting day of all. Today we went swimming. We went back to Mrs M's house and played in the pool. At first I didn't know if I liked the water or not, but Mrs M has this super cool toy that she let me float in and that made the pool more fun. Her daughter was there too and she always cracks me up. After the pool we went inside and hung out, I tried to take a nap, but I guess I wasn't that sleepy. When we got home Daddy was there and I got to spend the rest of the evening with him. I will definitely sleep well tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14579359-112364246750227582?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/112364246750227582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=112364246750227582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/112364246750227582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/112364246750227582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2005/08/people-i-meet.html' title='The People I Meet'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-112260266941254642</id><published>2005-07-29T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T22:06:56.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping for Antiques</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/Pict0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/Pict0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last two days have been very tiring! Yesterday Mommy took me with her when she got her hair cut. It wasn't bad at first. But after sitting in the same chair and not being held and no one really paying attention to me I decided that it was time to fix things. So I made a HUGE mess in my pants. It was great! At first Mommy thought she had it all cleaned up, but then once we were ready to go she realized that I my mess had leaked all over the chair I was sitting in and then through that onto the chair under that. I laughed so hard. Dad thought it was pretty cool too. Once we got home Mommy gave me a bath and then we went over to Miss C's house where I took a long nap while Mommy went to her class and then visited with Miss C's.&lt;br /&gt;Today was another full day. Mommy and Mrs M and her daughter took me and went out for lunch and then up to a town in Michigan to shop for antiques. I'm not sure what an antique is, but Mommy really seemed to like them and she wouldn't let me touch any of them. So I took a nap for a while and then played with my toy bug. We were shopping for a long time. After we got home Mommy played with me for a while and then Daddy came home and they had dinner. I like to sit at the table when they eat, but I don't think all those things really look that good. I prefer to eat the food I eat. I'm really tired from today, so I think I'll go to bed early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14579359-112260266941254642?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/112260266941254642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=112260266941254642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/112260266941254642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/112260266941254642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2005/07/shopping-for-antiques.html' title='Shopping for Antiques'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-112234811335537318</id><published>2005-07-26T01:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T23:24:13.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary, Mom &amp; Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/Pict0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/Pict0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/Pict0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/Pict0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This weekend has been quite the experience. On Sunday Mom took me to church and left me in a place she called "The Nursery." Now in my opinion "The Nursery" takes a little getting used to. There was a cute little girl there who talked to me when I first arrived and I thought she was pretty nice. However on entering this place there was another baby who wasn't very happy to be there so for a while I wondered if I would like it. Mommy stayed with me, rocked me and introduced me to the other mommies. They all talked to me and made me smile and eventually I started to feel more comfortable. Soon Mommy left me with those other mommies. They were pretty cool. One of them held me the whole time, so I was never scared. Mommy came back after a while and took me home. After my afternoon nap Mommy and Daddy took me to Mr &amp; Mrs M's house. They left me there so that they could go to dinner to celebrate their anniversary. I wanted to ask why I couldn't go, but no one gave me the chance. Mr &amp;amp; Mrs M had company and everyone held me and played with me. There was a girl there that really liked me and talked to me with her hands. I'm not sure what that's all about, but Mommy does that too so maybe I should start paying attention. It was fun with the M's and it wasn't too long before Mom and Dad came back to get me. Everyone sat around and talked for a long time before we went home to go to bed. Today we didn't do too much. Mommy said we needed to stay inside because it was too hot to play outside. But we did get out for a while this evening when we went to Mrs B's house. Now we're home and it's time to go to bed. I think Mommy has a big day planned for tomorrow, I can't wait.&lt;/span&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/14579359-112234811335537318?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/112234811335537318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=112234811335537318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/112234811335537318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/112234811335537318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-anniversary-mom-dad.html' title='Happy Anniversary, Mom &amp; Dad'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-112199227136027714</id><published>2005-07-21T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T20:32:21.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with Nana &amp; Papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/mike%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/mike%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things have been pretty quiet around the house the last couple of days. On Tuesday Mommy took me to a meeting with some other Mommies and other babies. That was fun. There was another baby there who is the same age as me. She was kind of cute. We had a lot to say to each other. Then last night, Mommy had to teach her class so I got to stay home with Daddy. It was just the two of us for a long time and that was really fun. He always tells me the funniest stories. But the most fun thing of all we did tonight. Tonight Mommy and I went to Nana &amp; Papa's house for dinner. Nana &amp;amp; Papa love holding me and talking to me. I get kind of cranky at night because my mouth starts to hurt, but they don't seem to care about that. They still just hold me and tell me all sorts of things. Nana was playing a fun game with me where she covers me up and then uncovers me and says a funny word, "peek-a-boo." That made me laugh a lot. They have all sorts of toys for me to play with too. I know that when I get older I'll be able to do more with them, but this is still cool for right now. I can't wait to see what we are going to do tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14579359-112199227136027714?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/112199227136027714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=112199227136027714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/112199227136027714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/112199227136027714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2005/07/dinner-with-nana-papa.html' title='Dinner with Nana &amp; Papa'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-112173669655946594</id><published>2005-07-18T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:32:52.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/Pict00041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/Pict0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/Pict0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/Pict0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What a day! First I slept in this morning till almost lunch time. I don't usually do that. Then I helped Mommy with the laundry...sort of. Mostly I just hung out and watched &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; do the laundry and clean the house. But I was good the whole time. Then after my afternoon nap Mommy took me to the library. I like it there because there are all sorts of people there and they always stop and smile at me and talk to me. We got some more books with colorful pictures. After that we headed down to Mrs B's house where Mommy left me so she could teach her class at the Y. I like to stay with Mrs B because she always holds me and rocks me and talks to me about all sorts of things. Mommy came back to get me and then off we went again. I caught a cat nap on the way home so that I would be fresh and happy when we got home and saw Daddy. Daddy was waiting for us and took me out of the car and put me in the living room and played some tickle games with me. That guy cracks me up. It will be time for bed in a while and, boy, will I be ready. Maybe Mommy will read me one of the new books we got today before I go to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14579359-112173669655946594?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/112173669655946594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=112173669655946594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/112173669655946594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/112173669655946594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2005/07/laundry-day.html' title='Laundry Day'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14579359.post-112165550048261199</id><published>2005-07-17T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:34:55.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/1600/Pict00561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5754/1320/200/Pict0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Hi, my name is Michael and this is my blog. This is the place where I will share my thoughts and put little updates on my growth and development. I am 4 months old and I have already done so much in my short amount of time on this earth. For one I wasn't born in a hospital like a lot of babies. I was born in a birth center. My mom has some &lt;em&gt;wild &lt;/em&gt;ideas about childbirth and so she wanted to do everything without drugs or medical intervention. Everything went really well, of course, and I came home the same night I was born. The next day my grandparents from out of state came to visit and stayed for a whole week. My other grandparents that live close to me came to visit as well. I got held a whole lot in those 7 days. I hung out with my mom and dad and didn't go very many places for about a month and then they started taking me everywhere. We have already traveled to Cincinnati, OH, Davenport, IA, Rockford, IL, Lansing, MI, and lots of places in between. At first I didn't like to be in the car a lot, but now I don't mind it so much. I have this super cool toy bug that I love to chew on and I could chew on it for hours. Last month my cool Aunt M came to visit and she stayed for 3 weeks. She held me all the time and I puked on her a whole lot. Mommy said that was good because it helped her learn to be around babies better. I thought it was cool because she always made crazy sounds when I did it. I was sad to take her back home, but then Mommy handed me my bug and we were on the road again and so I got over my sad mood. I can't wait to see what's going to happen this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14579359-112165550048261199?l=mikedean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/feeds/112165550048261199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14579359&amp;postID=112165550048261199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/112165550048261199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14579359/posts/default/112165550048261199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikedean.blogspot.com/2005/07/little-about-me.html' title='A Little About Me'/><author><name>M3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
