<?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-1560237706384142627</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:20:32.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire's Crib</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>381</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-7699650906332774898</id><published>2009-11-19T21:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:35:11.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterly Love</title><content type='html'>Sorry I've been gone so long. Hope this makes up for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6d3fdd3a7ad59a39" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6d3fdd3a7ad59a39%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331608736%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D114A61F6CDC3764C16BD17699521944A7B29D3A9.3B74A2EF091E4A06AEC93C1D78858546AF7E2DE0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6d3fdd3a7ad59a39%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoMOOTBNyMHSjrcx0Cm7LWOE-y2M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6d3fdd3a7ad59a39%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331608736%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D114A61F6CDC3764C16BD17699521944A7B29D3A9.3B74A2EF091E4A06AEC93C1D78858546AF7E2DE0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6d3fdd3a7ad59a39%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoMOOTBNyMHSjrcx0Cm7LWOE-y2M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-7699650906332774898?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/7699650906332774898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=7699650906332774898' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/7699650906332774898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/7699650906332774898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/11/sisterly-love.html' title='Sisterly Love'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-11304606477658749</id><published>2009-10-31T21:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:14:41.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick 'r Treat</title><content type='html'>Halloween night, baby. I got to go out trick or treating with Daddy, and we even brought Paige with for a few houses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great, and I got some candy. Only problem was that there were some spooky houses. In fact, I went down to my friend Taylor and Bailey's house to trick or treat, but when we got there I saw skeletons, spiders, cobwebs and a giant zombie thing. There were these glowing eyes in the windows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me? For reals? I decided to pass on that one. I'll come back on a normal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Suz7UlLceCI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/KB-MEuvvNdc/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Suz7UlLceCI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/KB-MEuvvNdc/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398966384306452514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Suz8Y9AGtmI/AAAAAAAAA3g/6e6fMFHUxeA/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Suz8Y9AGtmI/AAAAAAAAA3g/6e6fMFHUxeA/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398967558932444770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Suz8r4AkAmI/AAAAAAAAA3o/C-ecwQoZfTw/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Suz8r4AkAmI/AAAAAAAAA3o/C-ecwQoZfTw/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398967884009701986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-11304606477658749?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/11304606477658749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=11304606477658749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/11304606477658749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/11304606477658749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/10/trick-r-treat.html' title='Trick &apos;r Treat'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Suz7UlLceCI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/KB-MEuvvNdc/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-3523314147523424109</id><published>2009-10-28T12:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:01:43.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brand New Present</title><content type='html'>Ever since Paige came 'round, we've been getting a lot of presents. Well, Paige has gotten a few more, but who's counting, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last weekend we got the best present of all - a new uncle!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, Auntie Megan got married to Johnny, which makes him Uncle Johnny now. Pretty cool, eh? The ceremony was awesome and Auntie Megan was very pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top of all that, we got to stay with our cousins Jack, Ryan and Conor. Those dudes are a blast. It makes me want three brothers at my house. I guess I'll have to wait until Paige gets bigger so we can play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-3523314147523424109?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/3523314147523424109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=3523314147523424109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/3523314147523424109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/3523314147523424109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/10/ever-since-paige-came-round-weve-been.html' title='A Brand New Present'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-2873893114112503870</id><published>2009-10-20T14:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:16:27.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Care of My Sister</title><content type='html'>If you ask Daddy, Paige is a lot of work. And I believe him, cuz it seems like she can't do anything by herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I was thinking was I should lend a helping hand now and then. Unfortunately, I don't know jack about caring for babies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do have a dolly named Baby Elsie, so I figure I can practice up on her, then be all ready to chip in with Paige. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, but I think I am ready to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/St4adOSDhfI/AAAAAAAAA3I/u4FDpKJcMAs/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/St4adOSDhfI/AAAAAAAAA3I/u4FDpKJcMAs/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394778492988786162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-2873893114112503870?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2873893114112503870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=2873893114112503870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2873893114112503870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2873893114112503870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/10/taking-care-of-my-sister.html' title='Taking Care of My Sister'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/St4adOSDhfI/AAAAAAAAA3I/u4FDpKJcMAs/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-6126681107404688568</id><published>2009-10-06T14:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:02:17.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight Through</title><content type='html'>Not that I am around to notice or anything, but rumor has it my little sis has a nice little two-night sleeping through the night streak going. Mommy and Daddy are pretty happy about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it did take her long enough. I mean, I was doing it at five and a half weeks, but who's counting, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-6126681107404688568?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6126681107404688568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=6126681107404688568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/6126681107404688568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/6126681107404688568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/10/straight-through.html' title='Straight Through'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-5018848423160945871</id><published>2009-09-30T13:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:36:16.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Visit</title><content type='html'>Paige had her eight week check-up today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went well... she is up to 11 lbs. 7 oz., which is in the 75th percentile. (Of course, I was in the 95th percentile, but who's counting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only part I was confused about was when the nurse brought in something called "vaccines" for Paige. Daddy took me out of the room for a while, but when I came back she had band-aids on her legs. Pretty ones, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best news is that Daddy said I get to go to the doctor in a few weeks and get some of those pretty band-aids of my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-5018848423160945871?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/5018848423160945871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=5018848423160945871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/5018848423160945871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/5018848423160945871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/09/doctor-visit.html' title='Doctor Visit'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-5640464249135945102</id><published>2009-09-28T12:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:01:43.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>While I Was Away</title><content type='html'>Lots of stuff to bring you up to date on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, Paige and I (and Mommy and Daddy, of course) took a road trip to Indianapolis to see Grandma and Grandpa. It was awesome. We got to see a lot of people, and I got to introduce my little sister to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to go to the zoo, which was awesome. And this time the Tiger wasn't in hiding. He was right there for all to see. I even roared at him. Even cooler than that was the dolphin show. They had a HUGE swimming pool with dolphins that jumped and flipped and everything. I need to get a dolphin for my swimming pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came back to have a birthday party for Grandpa. Grandma made a cake, and she let me decorate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lots of fun, but the ride home was even better. Get this, there was a screen that dropped down from the top of the car and showed Elmo videos. It was so amazing I didn't even mind that we had to stop three times for Paige and the trip took eight hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got home, things kept getting better. Daddy found a tricycle for sale online and we got it. It's great. Old school red and white - really classy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I did have to give something up for it... my pacifier that I used in bed. I figured it was a good deal. I am two and a half. First couple nights were rough, but its getting better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a big girl, after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SsEHuQOK_mI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Uk3EqzRY37k/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SsEHuQOK_mI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Uk3EqzRY37k/s320/a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386595120521608802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SsEH2D5P0tI/AAAAAAAAA24/TyE9UvzXBBk/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SsEH2D5P0tI/AAAAAAAAA24/TyE9UvzXBBk/s320/b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386595254651572946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SsEH-MH3BNI/AAAAAAAAA3A/IXT73c2HFSo/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SsEH-MH3BNI/AAAAAAAAA3A/IXT73c2HFSo/s320/c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386595394299299026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-5640464249135945102?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/5640464249135945102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=5640464249135945102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/5640464249135945102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/5640464249135945102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/09/while-i-was-away.html' title='While I Was Away'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SsEHuQOK_mI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Uk3EqzRY37k/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-6391084943002192761</id><published>2009-09-14T19:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:13:02.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile, Baby</title><content type='html'>We're back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole lots going on, can't really get into it all here, so I have to just give you the top story. Paige is learning how to smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty cool, really. She's as cute as her older sister (and who is that... oh yeah). Now, when I smile at her, she smiles back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sq7psTmxGvI/AAAAAAAAA2g/mvvImYtIaF0/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sq7psTmxGvI/AAAAAAAAA2g/mvvImYtIaF0/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381495552140712690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sq7p35GTfpI/AAAAAAAAA2o/6Hs352Qc4-s/s1600-h/photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sq7p35GTfpI/AAAAAAAAA2o/6Hs352Qc4-s/s320/photo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381495751183662738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so you know, the days of daily updates maybe be gone for a bit. Being a big sister is a real time suck. But I'm not going away, however. I DO have a little sister to tell you about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-6391084943002192761?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6391084943002192761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=6391084943002192761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/6391084943002192761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/6391084943002192761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/09/smile-baby.html' title='Smile, Baby'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sq7psTmxGvI/AAAAAAAAA2g/mvvImYtIaF0/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-7365839041905199026</id><published>2009-09-01T19:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:04:43.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Still Here</title><content type='html'>OK, OK, OK, I know... it's been a while. But go easy on me. It's tough being a big sister. Little babies are a lot of work. I mean, I've got to give her kisses, sing her songs, go get her pacifier for her if she needs it. Shoot, by the time I hit my bed at 8 bells I am wiped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting along great - even though I'm starting to think she is a little spoiled. I mean, she has been getting a ton of presents lately, out-gifting me by at least a 3-to-1 ratio. And Mommy and Daddy spend LOTS of time with her. In fact, she gets to sleep in their room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I love my big girl bed, but I would LOVE to sleep in Mommy and Daddy's room sometime. I just imagine it as a perfect oasis of quiet that is just right for sleeping through the night unmolested, which is what I can only assume Paige does every night - never waking or waking anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also got her own tub now, too. First, she just used mine, but that was apparently too hard so Mommy and Daddy have got her a new one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sp3ShfP0FwI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/JxNq-LhO2hU/s1600-h/Aug+09+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sp3ShfP0FwI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/JxNq-LhO2hU/s320/Aug+09+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376685002915583746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-7365839041905199026?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/7365839041905199026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=7365839041905199026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/7365839041905199026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/7365839041905199026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-still-here.html' title='We&apos;re Still Here'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sp3ShfP0FwI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/JxNq-LhO2hU/s72-c/Aug+09+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-3903728454513284122</id><published>2009-08-24T20:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:30:22.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Showin' the Sis Around</title><content type='html'>Things have been pretty busy lately. Who knew getting a little baby sister would be so much work, eh? I can't imagine I was anything like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this weekend I figured I should introduce Paige to some more of her family. We went up to Grandma and Grandpa's house and let her meet Great Grandma and Great Grandpa, a bunch of aunts and uncles and lots of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good time, even though I had to split the attention with Paige. Luckily, though, we get along pretty well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SpNMEXnVciI/AAAAAAAAA2I/6L2gqiZ2wWM/s1600-h/IMG_4647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SpNMEXnVciI/AAAAAAAAA2I/6L2gqiZ2wWM/s320/IMG_4647.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373722418325320226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-3903728454513284122?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/3903728454513284122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=3903728454513284122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/3903728454513284122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/3903728454513284122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/08/showin-sis-around.html' title='Showin&apos; the Sis Around'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SpNMEXnVciI/AAAAAAAAA2I/6L2gqiZ2wWM/s72-c/IMG_4647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-7419360421063689428</id><published>2009-08-18T19:18:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:35:37.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Showing Their Stripes</title><content type='html'>We've been getting a little stir-crazy in the house (Paige isn't much of a traveler yet), so Daddy and I took a nice little trip over to Moline to go the Zoo today. For the most part, it was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect world, I would be telling you about how great it was to see the lions, jaguars, leopards, mountain goats, turtles, giant snakes and bears. I could amuse you with stories about how a little bird in the aviary landed on my head (it was HILARIOUS) and how I rode on a Leopard on the carousel. There were wonderful giraffes, wrestling monkeys and cute little bobcats. I even got to pet a goat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I DIDN'T get to see, however, was a tiger. Oh, there was a tiger exhibit, but apparently those big kitties were too busy to make an appearance for a little girl who drove over an hour to see them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the Tiger exhibit... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SotWE2GYtbI/AAAAAAAAA14/xcVo-xUm-fQ/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SotWE2GYtbI/AAAAAAAAA14/xcVo-xUm-fQ/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371481621811213746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a picture of a sad little girl that just wanted to see a Tiger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SotWUnPo6nI/AAAAAAAAA2A/AQX5fcXygHU/s1600-h/photo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SotWUnPo6nI/AAAAAAAAA2A/AQX5fcXygHU/s320/photo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371481892701399666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-7419360421063689428?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/7419360421063689428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=7419360421063689428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/7419360421063689428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/7419360421063689428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/08/showing-their-stripes.html' title='Showing Their Stripes'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SotWE2GYtbI/AAAAAAAAA14/xcVo-xUm-fQ/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-2054486777470649098</id><published>2009-08-17T19:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:45:46.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Off the Paige</title><content type='html'>So, for the most part, all is well with the little sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that her belly button fell off yesterday. I'm not sure if she is still under some kind of warrenty or something, cuz we might want to get that fixed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I went through my own bout of baby tummy leprocy back in the day and I ended up OK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-2054486777470649098?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2054486777470649098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=2054486777470649098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2054486777470649098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2054486777470649098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/08/falling-off-paige.html' title='Falling Off the Paige'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-6186168570534787812</id><published>2009-08-13T20:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:38:27.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Up</title><content type='html'>There was a check-up at the doctor today, but it wasn't me. It was Paige's turn on the table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things went well. She came in at 8 lbs, 1 oz and 20 inches (or so). They were having some epic problems with a new computer system, so we didn't get the percentages. And for some reaseon they had her birth weight listed at 8 lbs 4 oz, instead of the 7 lbs 9 oz they told Mommy and Daddy when she was born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between that and the copious amounts of hair she has, I gotta wonder if there wasn't a switcharoo. But then again, she is very well behaved and super cute, so she must be my sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all that, the docs said she was perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, if she is perfect she's GOTTA be my sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-6186168570534787812?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6186168570534787812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=6186168570534787812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/6186168570534787812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/6186168570534787812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/08/check-up.html' title='Check Up'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-312484623150366814</id><published>2009-08-11T20:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:32:36.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruisin Double Time</title><content type='html'>Now that Paige has arrived, I was worried that we would have a stroller problem. I mean, there isn't much room in that basket underneath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently Mommy and Daddy saw this coming, cuz we got some new wheels! They're pretty sweet. I've got a seat right up front, while Paige has a spot to lay down in back. That's good, cuz I like to look around while Paige seems to just like to sleep. In fact, it isn't just the stroller. She's always sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we've taken it out for a walk the last few nights, and I must say it rides like a dream. Can't wait to take a trip around the mall with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SoIpdeJviUI/AAAAAAAAA1w/o8TmMcWfpAU/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SoIpdeJviUI/AAAAAAAAA1w/o8TmMcWfpAU/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368899292065925442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-312484623150366814?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/312484623150366814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=312484623150366814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/312484623150366814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/312484623150366814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/08/cruisin-double-time.html' title='Cruisin Double Time'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SoIpdeJviUI/AAAAAAAAA1w/o8TmMcWfpAU/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-989025427783695629</id><published>2009-08-06T21:35:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:58:43.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Arrival</title><content type='html'>OK, you aren't going to believe this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned before, Mommy and Daddy had been acting a little wierd lately. Mommy was gaining weight, although she hadn't been eating that much more. They had also been buying all kinds of clothes, but they were waaay too small for me. They were also buying toys that looked kinda boring - I was playing with that kind of stuff when I was a baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one night during dinner Mommy got a bad tummy ache. It was so bad that Daddy took her to the hospital. Good thing Grandma Sara was there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they were gone for a day or so, then all of a sudden Grandma Kathy and Grandpa Rico showed up. The four of us loaded up in the car and drove to the hospital to see Mommy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you aren't going to believe what she had with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BABY!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know what you are thinking. After two years of telling you my stories on this blog, I started to run out of material so I took the easy way out and wrote a baby into the script like a bad sit com. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a for-reals baby sister. For me. And we get to take her home on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Paige and she is super cute. I love her tons already, even though she has much more hair than I ever had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, if I do run out of material I might have to give you some stories about her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Snuk2NZDGsI/AAAAAAAAA00/AUR1bM-Mw-M/s1600-h/untitled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Snuk2NZDGsI/AAAAAAAAA00/AUR1bM-Mw-M/s320/untitled2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367064632156691138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Snukc4ynqfI/AAAAAAAAA0s/svfEpg-B0Ik/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Snukc4ynqfI/AAAAAAAAA0s/svfEpg-B0Ik/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367064197130070514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SnulQviQa6I/AAAAAAAAA1E/a3-Vh2mwX3k/s1600-h/untitled3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SnulQviQa6I/AAAAAAAAA1E/a3-Vh2mwX3k/s320/untitled3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367065087998716834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Snulj4sYpcI/AAAAAAAAA1M/fyK3PCIL2WQ/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Snulj4sYpcI/AAAAAAAAA1M/fyK3PCIL2WQ/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367065416874632642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-989025427783695629?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/989025427783695629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=989025427783695629' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/989025427783695629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/989025427783695629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-arrival.html' title='New Arrival'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Snuk2NZDGsI/AAAAAAAAA00/AUR1bM-Mw-M/s72-c/untitled2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-6761447514908972148</id><published>2009-07-28T12:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:46:52.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Enough</title><content type='html'>The Johnson County Fair is in town, and since we don't have much going on these days Daddy decided to take me. Even better, we called my buddy Sydney and she came along too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never been to a fair before, so I had no idea what to expect. It was mostly awesome. First off, there were all these buildings filled with all kinds of animals you could look at - kinda like the zoo. We saw cows and goats and sheep and chickens and ducks and ponies and bunnies and carnies and horsies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they have all these rides you can go on - and they don't cost any money!! You just have to give them some tickets. And they sell the tickets right by the rides, so it works out perfect!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never been on a ride before, so I wasn't so sure. But then I overheard Daddy telling Sydney's dad "Oh yeah, that looks REAL safe"... so I figured it would be fine. We went on the carousel  first, then headed over to these cars that looked like caterpillars. After that, we went to the jumping castle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that ate up all our tickets. So we went over to another part where you could look at tractors that we could ride for free. That was fun too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sm9F14tHLxI/AAAAAAAAAz8/xTAJykLmAPk/s1600-h/Claire+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sm9F14tHLxI/AAAAAAAAAz8/xTAJykLmAPk/s320/Claire+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363582473278533394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sm9GQHe86VI/AAAAAAAAA0E/dtJonDLk3QE/s1600-h/Claire+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sm9GQHe86VI/AAAAAAAAA0E/dtJonDLk3QE/s320/Claire+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363582923922270546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sm9GosTTUZI/AAAAAAAAA0M/8SmIoA3ho2o/s1600-h/Claire+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sm9GosTTUZI/AAAAAAAAA0M/8SmIoA3ho2o/s320/Claire+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363583346122379666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sm9G1cd6prI/AAAAAAAAA0U/bSnxqtKZM-g/s1600-h/Claire+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sm9G1cd6prI/AAAAAAAAA0U/bSnxqtKZM-g/s320/Claire+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363583565210232498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sm9HFvNUMRI/AAAAAAAAA0c/93dRFEDu7dM/s1600-h/Claire+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sm9HFvNUMRI/AAAAAAAAA0c/93dRFEDu7dM/s320/Claire+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363583845118783762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sm9HfPUKhJI/AAAAAAAAA0k/5_N9BR30RuQ/s1600-h/Claire+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sm9HfPUKhJI/AAAAAAAAA0k/5_N9BR30RuQ/s320/Claire+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363584283234174098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-6761447514908972148?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6761447514908972148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=6761447514908972148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/6761447514908972148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/6761447514908972148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/07/fair-enough.html' title='Fair Enough'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sm9F14tHLxI/AAAAAAAAAz8/xTAJykLmAPk/s72-c/Claire+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-2132487198113197755</id><published>2009-07-27T08:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:50:28.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' Groovy</title><content type='html'>OK, I will admit... last week wasn't the best. I was sick, and I couldn't go play with kids or go to Joanies or anything. Even once I got better, I had to mostly just sit around the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things changed over the weekend, though. First off, my buddies from the band Baby Teeth were playing in town. And, naturally, they stayed at my house. And while the show was a little past my bedtime, the next morning I got to go out for breakfast with the boys and they gave me their new album. It rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on Sunday, Mommy and Daddy took me out to a blueberry farm. It was awesome. You get a bucket and get to go out and pick your own blueberries and put as many as you want in the bucket. That was fun, but then I realized that it was much easier to just pop them in your mouth. So I did that... a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sm2-K5ZAhII/AAAAAAAAAzk/dL5CXNJyMTU/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sm2-K5ZAhII/AAAAAAAAAzk/dL5CXNJyMTU/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363151825681810562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sm2-cjBQs3I/AAAAAAAAAzs/DFmxxhfLJ9U/s1600-h/photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sm2-cjBQs3I/AAAAAAAAAzs/DFmxxhfLJ9U/s320/photo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363152128914273138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sm2-mDvmKuI/AAAAAAAAAz0/cOCq6ESKx-U/s1600-h/photo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sm2-mDvmKuI/AAAAAAAAAz0/cOCq6ESKx-U/s320/photo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363152292317375202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-2132487198113197755?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2132487198113197755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=2132487198113197755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2132487198113197755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2132487198113197755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/07/feelin-groovy.html' title='Feelin&apos; Groovy'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sm2-K5ZAhII/AAAAAAAAAzk/dL5CXNJyMTU/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-1536478293746421956</id><published>2009-07-22T08:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:23:04.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coolin' Off</title><content type='html'>Got the fever in the double digits today. I figured that would be great news, and I guess it is, but I just found out I still can't go to Joanies tomorrow because I might get the other kids sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jury is still out on if I can go Friday, but I tell you what. If I don't get to go, Daddy better not take my temp cuz this little girl will be pretty steamed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-1536478293746421956?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/1536478293746421956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=1536478293746421956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1536478293746421956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1536478293746421956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/07/coolin-off.html' title='Coolin&apos; Off'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-1958456174045427333</id><published>2009-07-21T13:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:28:32.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Day</title><content type='html'>First off, I am feeling better. But even though my temperature is down, Daddy thought we should hang out at home today and take a sick day. Good day for it too, cuz it is raining lots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had never had a sick day before, Daddy showed me how it was done. Basically, you eat toast and crackers, drink a lot of juice and watch a show called the Price is Right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked that show because everybody is really happy all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-1958456174045427333?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/1958456174045427333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=1958456174045427333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1958456174045427333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1958456174045427333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick-day.html' title='Sick Day'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-2932476955230458469</id><published>2009-07-20T20:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:01:42.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnin' Up</title><content type='html'>I was going to talk about how great the weekend was - we went to TWO parties, went out to eat, had some friends over for dinner and got a NEW CAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a big fever. Triple digits. Daddy took me to the doctor and she said I have a virus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm not going to turn this post into some pity party, so we are going to concentrate on the GOOD things about being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, Daddy lets me do pretty much whatever I want. I don't think I've heard the word "no" since the first time he took my temperature. It's like being at Grandma's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I get control of the remote. I can just tell Daddy what I want to watch and he makes it happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I get to eat whatever I want for dinner - no questions asked - and I get to do it downstairs. Tonight I had a plate full of crackers and raspberries while watching horsies on TV. And I got both juice AND milk. Score!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta look on the bright side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-2932476955230458469?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2932476955230458469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=2932476955230458469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2932476955230458469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2932476955230458469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/07/burnin-up.html' title='Burnin&apos; Up'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-526883661360256328</id><published>2009-07-16T14:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:07:21.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Checkin' Up</title><content type='html'>Went to the hospital with Mommy again today. I'm getting a little worried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her belly keeps getting swollen. I think she got it from somebody, cuz the doctor keeps talking about some kid that is making her like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I find out what kid is making my Mommy sick, I'm gonna torment it for like 16 years or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-526883661360256328?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/526883661360256328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=526883661360256328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/526883661360256328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/526883661360256328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/07/checkin-up.html' title='Checkin&apos; Up'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-2749422732168786387</id><published>2009-07-15T14:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:26:59.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Dismissed</title><content type='html'>Today was the last day of Kindermusik for the summer. Just when I was getting used to the new class with the new teacher and the new kids, poof. It's done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good news is that Daddy said we can take Kindermusik again in the fall, and it will be with my old class and my old friends and my old teacher. That will be pretty cool. Cuz nothing against this new kids, but they were a little wild. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm certainly not going to miss that one kid with the Supercuts-style bowl haircut, the made-up trendy name and the hands-on approach. He's the kind of spoiled punk that makes anxious to get old enough to beat somebody up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, with a name like "Hazen" I'm sure he'll get beat up plenty without me joining the party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-2749422732168786387?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2749422732168786387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=2749422732168786387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2749422732168786387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2749422732168786387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/07/class-dismissed.html' title='Class Dismissed'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-2137444857194219340</id><published>2009-07-13T14:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:49:58.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recovery</title><content type='html'>Whoa... now I know how Daddy felt when he came back from Bonnaroo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last weekend we went back to Grandma and Grandpa's house. But it wasn't a normal-type weekend. It seemed like the whole town was partying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest thing was the parade. It's like all the cars are decorated and stuff, and there are bands and horses and... best of all... they are ALL THROWING YOU CANDY. I'm hoping to go down by the street today and see if any of the cars going past our house will throw me some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a big party in the park with food and stuff, but I just wanted to swing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, we had to hit the pool. I got to go down the slide, and I got to watch Daddy go down the big slide too. He also went off the high board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will get my grace and coordination from Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got home, it was time to recover. I slept all the way til 9:45 this morning. And then had a LOOOONG nap in the afternoon too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-2137444857194219340?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2137444857194219340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=2137444857194219340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2137444857194219340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2137444857194219340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-recovery.html' title='Weekend Recovery'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-221326181490021327</id><published>2009-07-07T20:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:02:39.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spellbound</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b35592664b21b13" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0b35592664b21b13%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331608736%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F46A1543BD2D2E6B6974FE0DC626270218D1D88.80357860C8CFDB6ED289520F284C9A97C3DA47AA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db35592664b21b13%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpcTNyJjUi-uR99I6TT2Qb5Y8CB8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0b35592664b21b13%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331608736%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F46A1543BD2D2E6B6974FE0DC626270218D1D88.80357860C8CFDB6ED289520F284C9A97C3DA47AA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db35592664b21b13%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpcTNyJjUi-uR99I6TT2Qb5Y8CB8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-221326181490021327?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b35592664b21b13&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/221326181490021327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=221326181490021327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/221326181490021327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/221326181490021327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/07/spellbound.html' title='Spellbound'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-2847640148755931907</id><published>2009-07-03T13:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:34:10.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooooo.... Aaaahh</title><content type='html'>Big weekend, eh? Rumor has it there will be barbuques, fireworks, parades, carnival rides, concerts, visits from Grandma and Grandpa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe they are all doing this for Daddy's Birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-2847640148755931907?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2847640148755931907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=2847640148755931907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2847640148755931907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2847640148755931907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/07/ooooo-aaaahh.html' title='Ooooo.... Aaaahh'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-2681918958991455674</id><published>2009-07-01T13:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:28:44.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun 'n Games</title><content type='html'>So I've discoverd a really fun new game. I just made it up and it's all the rage. It's called "Daddy Say Uhhhggg".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are simple. First, have Daddy lay on his back, then you say "Daddy say UHHHGGG" and slam both of your hands on his stomach. And when you do, he says "UHHHGGG".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine, it's really fun. Only problem is getting Daddy to play with me. He doesn't seem to want to play anymore, so I have to sneak up on him and break out a spontaneous game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-2681918958991455674?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2681918958991455674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=2681918958991455674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2681918958991455674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2681918958991455674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-n-games.html' title='Fun &apos;n Games'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-1900681959638284656</id><published>2009-06-24T14:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:15:06.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Man</title><content type='html'>Daddy brought me a hippie dress from Bonnaroo. Now I'm ready to go with him next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's weird, as soon as I put it on I felt the urge to dance like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8f36fb0bf9d4c24a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8f36fb0bf9d4c24a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331608736%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D379362A37506A9192ED11FCD4565851382F1ACA7.42247EFFAAB031B9B98FA3343F1216CEF72FF659%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8f36fb0bf9d4c24a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzeDqsecUldo4t5TaZBmf-UdikjI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8f36fb0bf9d4c24a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331608736%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D379362A37506A9192ED11FCD4565851382F1ACA7.42247EFFAAB031B9B98FA3343F1216CEF72FF659%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8f36fb0bf9d4c24a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzeDqsecUldo4t5TaZBmf-UdikjI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-1900681959638284656?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8f36fb0bf9d4c24a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/1900681959638284656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=1900681959638284656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1900681959638284656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1900681959638284656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/06/peace-man.html' title='Peace Man'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-131269741950039752</id><published>2009-06-23T08:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:36:07.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Party All the Time</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was kinda fun. As I have mentioned, I am a bit of a party girl. I am a big fan of cake and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after lunch Daddy loaded me up in the car instead of taking a nap and we went to Mommy's work. Luckily, there was a party happening for Mommy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun. They had cake with frosting that was really tastey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the presents. Unfortunately, they were for Mommy. Mostly clothes, which is good because she has been getting a little bigger lately and probably needs some new ones. (not that I am judging, mind you, it's just more Mommy to love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is the problem... all the new clothes were really REALLY small. There is no way they would even fit me, let alone Mommy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get a present, too, however. I got a hat and a big butterfly towel to use when I get out of the bath. Or when I just want to look like a butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SkDoQfC5VqI/AAAAAAAAAzc/4lk-9OA-I04/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SkDoQfC5VqI/AAAAAAAAAzc/4lk-9OA-I04/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350531727225345698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-131269741950039752?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/131269741950039752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=131269741950039752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/131269741950039752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/131269741950039752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/06/party.html' title='Party All the Time'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SkDoQfC5VqI/AAAAAAAAAzc/4lk-9OA-I04/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-8649356292174094779</id><published>2009-06-17T19:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:40:50.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we went back to Kindermusik for the first time in a month and... well... something was really wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, all my friends were gone. Mason - nowhere to be found. Cate and Ben - gonzo. Luke - MIA. There were just a bunch of new kids. Now, I'm sure they are all nice, but I don't need any new friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, there was a new teacher. No Miss Bloom. Some Miss Becky chick. Once again, I'm sure she is fine and all, but I like Miss Bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't sing the right Welcome song. We didn't sing the right Goodbye song. It's like this Miss Becky has never been to Kindermusik or anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I wasn't very happy. I just sat in Daddy's lap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, some of the songs were kinda catchy. And we read a new story that was kinda good. Next thing you know, I was dancing a bit. Then singing a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't like it, of course. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-8649356292174094779?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/8649356292174094779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/8649356292174094779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/8649356292174094779'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-9173901368747551317</id><published>2009-06-17T18:58:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:13:19.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation's Over</title><content type='html'>Well, Daddy has come back from wherever he was at and picked me up from Grandma and Grandpa's house. It was pretty fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to see lots of peeps. Hit the park, hit the pool, played outside and helped Grandma water the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the weekend, we went up to my cousin Dani's graduation party. It was a blast. I got to wear a pretty dress, I got to go swimming in their pool and I got to see all my cousins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all that, when I got home Grandma Sara was at my house. So we have been playing the last few days. It's going to be like two straight weeks of grandmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SjmTtj_5pvI/AAAAAAAAAyU/XzjibRwPQWs/s1600-h/IMG_4335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SjmTtj_5pvI/AAAAAAAAAyU/XzjibRwPQWs/s320/IMG_4335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348468443445831410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SjmT0vCW2II/AAAAAAAAAyc/N2qpVFQpdo8/s1600-h/IMG_4339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SjmT0vCW2II/AAAAAAAAAyc/N2qpVFQpdo8/s320/IMG_4339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348468566668007554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SjmT6gGCY5I/AAAAAAAAAyk/HAoCQ_9Z4kA/s1600-h/IMG_4341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SjmUnrDjciI/AAAAAAAAAzU/7uFayYYNUBU/s320/IMG_4422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348469441772614178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-9173901368747551317?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/9173901368747551317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=9173901368747551317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/9173901368747551317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/9173901368747551317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/06/vacations-over.html' title='Vacation&apos;s Over'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SjmTtj_5pvI/AAAAAAAAAyU/XzjibRwPQWs/s72-c/IMG_4335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-1703663985272861607</id><published>2009-06-08T14:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:20:00.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a Vacation</title><content type='html'>So, the grind of blogging and playing in the backyard has definately been getting to me, so I have decided to blow town and take a much needed vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the problem is what to do with Daddy. Luckily, there is this four-day music festival down in Tennesee that I can send him down to. They have all types of activities to keep him busy... bands, comedians, movies, art and camping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With him out of the picture, I'm free for a week at Grandma and Grandpas and all it entails... swimming, the park, chalk, big wheels, swings - all that. Rumor has it we might even take a roadie up to my cousin Danielle's graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-1703663985272861607?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/1703663985272861607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=1703663985272861607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1703663985272861607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1703663985272861607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/06/taking-vacation.html' title='Taking a Vacation'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-6609648794307156009</id><published>2009-06-03T14:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:01:52.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimmin' With the Fishies</title><content type='html'>After Daddy's haircut today, we went to the Fishie Store. Now, instead of just looking, Daddy said we were going to buy some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty cool. I saw all kinds of big fishies, but Daddy said no to those. Then I saw some crabs and some frogs, but Daddy said no to those too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Daddy showed me where these fishies called "guppies" were. He said these were the perfect ones for us. I agreed, so I picked out a yellow one, a blue one and a red one with all kinds of other colors on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now they live in the little tank in our kitchen. It's pretty cool, really. I can just pull up a chair and watch the fishies whenever I want now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-6609648794307156009?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6609648794307156009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=6609648794307156009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/6609648794307156009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/6609648794307156009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/06/swimmin-with-fishies.html' title='Swimmin&apos; With the Fishies'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-8595536328004027814</id><published>2009-06-02T12:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:33:40.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Tune</title><content type='html'>Had my last day of Kindermusik for the semester. Kinda sad, really, cuz I made a lot of good friends in that class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good news is that we went to the library after class to play some more, and Daddy gave some of my classmates our phone number so they can call us up and we can get together and play outside of class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-8595536328004027814?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/8595536328004027814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=8595536328004027814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/8595536328004027814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/8595536328004027814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/06/farewell-tune.html' title='Farewell Tune'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-1875491982089858862</id><published>2009-06-01T16:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:28:35.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh... You're Still Here</title><content type='html'>Yeah, um, Hi.  I'm Claire, remember me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it has been a while. Things have been pretty crazy around here lately. Last week, I made a trip up to Grandma and Grandpa's house while Daddy went down to see his buddy in Kansas City and go to a concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you beleive he went to see the Decemberists without me? I LOVE them. My favorite song is The Rake Song... it's all about kids!! You should check it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so while Daddy was off having fun without me, I went to Grandma and Grandpa's. It was pretty fun, hitting the park and seeing the people and all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only problem is when I get home. It is always awesome to see Mommy and Daddy again, but it always takes me a day or two to remember that they don't think everything I do is precious and praise-worthy. They also don't go for the fussing approach much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, all is well. We even have a new addition to the house!! His name is Mike and he works with Mommy. He is a resident, just like Mommy used to be, but he had to sell his house a month before graduation so he had nowhere to live. But now he is living in our basement. I was really excited because I thought he would be bringing his little girl Izzy with, but no dice. She and her Mommy are at their grandparents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is just Mike. That's OK, though. He seems to share really well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-1875491982089858862?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/1875491982089858862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=1875491982089858862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1875491982089858862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1875491982089858862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-youre-still-here.html' title='Oh... You&apos;re Still Here'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-2239733782398286415</id><published>2009-05-20T12:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:52:15.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' Ducky</title><content type='html'>So yesterday after Kindermusik we decided to have a little picnic. Me and my friends Mason, Cate and Ben went across the way to the Duckie Pond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lots of fun. There were lots of big duckies and baby duckies. There were fishies and even a couple geese. Luckily, we had a big bag of those little crackers you put in soup to throw to them, and they liked them a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after feeding the duckies for a while, it was lunchtime. Luckily, Daddy thought ahead and brought a peanut butter sandwich and some oranges and some juice. It was my first real picnic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, Cate taught me a cool game called Ring Around the Rosie. Basically, you sing and go in a circle, then fall down and laugh really hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ShRQzLIkMwI/AAAAAAAAAx8/ZK338zRCTcM/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ShRQzLIkMwI/AAAAAAAAAx8/ZK338zRCTcM/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337980298433147650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ShRRHLhb7mI/AAAAAAAAAyM/cZhfr56NBq4/s1600-h/photo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ShRRHLhb7mI/AAAAAAAAAyM/cZhfr56NBq4/s320/photo3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337980642134847074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ShRQ98m5GlI/AAAAAAAAAyE/A2AzUStne2I/s1600-h/photo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ShRQ98m5GlI/AAAAAAAAAyE/A2AzUStne2I/s320/photo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337980483512375890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-2239733782398286415?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2239733782398286415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=2239733782398286415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2239733782398286415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2239733782398286415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/05/feelin-ducky.html' title='Feelin&apos; Ducky'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ShRQzLIkMwI/AAAAAAAAAx8/ZK338zRCTcM/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-2740262438744287802</id><published>2009-05-18T13:55:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:30:55.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Farms</title><content type='html'>I know, I know... I always come on here Monday morning and am all like "WHOA, had a big weekend..."  But this time, it's really the truest. I had a BIG weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B is for Big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, on Saturday it was my buddy Avery's second birthday, so we went to her house for a party. It rocked. There were kids and chocolate cake and a kitty. Then, when it came to presents, Avery got a bunch. The cool thing is that us other kids didn't have to steal any of them because we got stuff too. We all got to take home a bottle of bubbles and a whole package of sidewalk chalk. SCORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ShG-1ejOofI/AAAAAAAAAxM/5vb5erQqQdE/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ShG-1ejOofI/AAAAAAAAAxM/5vb5erQqQdE/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337256859353915890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention the chocolate cake? It was pretty good. Unfortunately it isn't always easy to eat with a fork, so sometimes you have to just pick it up and eat it like an apple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after a morning full of kids and cake, I went home for a quick nap. Then when I got up, Mommy and Daddy packed me in the car again and we went to my buddy Sydney's house for a cookout. She has a ton of jewelry, so I made sure I had a necklace on most of the time. She also has a chalkboard, so I got to draw on that. She also has an older brother, but he was pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when it came time to eat, I found out that all that was on the grill was salmon. I don't know about you, but I think fishies are for looking at in the aquarium at the Children's Museum, not for eating. But Syd and Nick must have agreed with me, cuz a second later HERE COME THE HOT DOGS. Double Score!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, I got to eat some ice cream and stay up WAY past my bedtime (I rang in 9 o'clock) it was time to head home and hit the hey. Luckily, the copious amount of sugar I had ingested that day kept me awake the whole car ride home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hit the sack - hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up it was a normal Sunday morning, just hanging out with Mommy and Daddy. Then, around 10:30, we piled in the car and headed out of town to a REAL LIVE FARM! It was crazy. They had sheep and wooly lambs, and I got to pet them. Then there was a pair of horsies and I got to pet them on their nose. I even got to get up and ride for a second, but it was kinda scary so I got down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a puppie and a bunch of kitties, but you couldn't pet the kitties. The puppy couldn't get enough of it, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But best of all they had a freaking Llama. Now, I have a book called Is Your Mama a Llama, so I know all about llamas, but apparently this one was there to guard the sheep from coyotes. How cool is that? Anwyay, her name was Ava and she was really nice. She liked being petted and even gave me a kiss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ShHCrTYvOXI/AAAAAAAAAxU/CxtyhVkn0kY/s1600-h/Claire+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ShHCrTYvOXI/AAAAAAAAAxU/CxtyhVkn0kY/s320/Claire+104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337261082604943730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ShHDJp0MynI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Sb-HjNCtn9k/s1600-h/Claire+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ShHDJp0MynI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Sb-HjNCtn9k/s320/Claire+092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337261604021783154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ShHDyDtcMjI/AAAAAAAAAxk/85yUGFikfw4/s1600-h/Claire+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ShHDyDtcMjI/AAAAAAAAAxk/85yUGFikfw4/s320/Claire+094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337262298167521842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ShHEcQ0mlII/AAAAAAAAAxs/Ayxpxrb_ZcA/s1600-h/Claire+097-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ShHEcQ0mlII/AAAAAAAAAxs/Ayxpxrb_ZcA/s320/Claire+097-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337263023241729154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ShHFYOJjZeI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Nch25_zietQ/s1600-h/Claire+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ShHFYOJjZeI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Nch25_zietQ/s320/Claire+101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337264053316445666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-2740262438744287802?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2740262438744287802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=2740262438744287802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2740262438744287802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2740262438744287802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/05/party-farms.html' title='Party Farms'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ShG-1ejOofI/AAAAAAAAAxM/5vb5erQqQdE/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-6808901551523234455</id><published>2009-05-13T14:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:19:23.784-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress Up</title><content type='html'>Went to the Children's Museum today with my buddy Rosie. It was fun, as always. Hit the grocery store, the ball room, the pizzaria... but then Rosie showed me something that I had not done before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a room that has a stage and stuff for plays. But even better is all the costumes you can put on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check me out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sgsq-8Sj_wI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Q2U6yXvu_JE/s1600-h/CM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sgsq-8Sj_wI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Q2U6yXvu_JE/s320/CM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335405444374724354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SgsrFln5YDI/AAAAAAAAAw8/L2bzLQGZNaU/s1600-h/cm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SgsrFln5YDI/AAAAAAAAAw8/L2bzLQGZNaU/s320/cm2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335405558549274674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SgsrN6GX-XI/AAAAAAAAAxE/WFjvDe9YqVI/s1600-h/cm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SgsrN6GX-XI/AAAAAAAAAxE/WFjvDe9YqVI/s320/cm3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335405701484771698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-6808901551523234455?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6808901551523234455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=6808901551523234455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/6808901551523234455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/6808901551523234455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/05/dress-up.html' title='Dress Up'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sgsq-8Sj_wI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Q2U6yXvu_JE/s72-c/CM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-4063464900554440526</id><published>2009-05-11T19:25:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:45:36.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga Bear</title><content type='html'>Mommy likes to do yoga, so for Mother's Day I got her a book about yoga you can do with your little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really fun, and I'm getting really good at it. Check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SgjRsw83SZI/AAAAAAAAAwM/6brtD35efdk/s1600-h/Claire+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SgjRsw83SZI/AAAAAAAAAwM/6brtD35efdk/s320/Claire+076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334744325604985234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SgjSgxtj3mI/AAAAAAAAAwU/U_7IFxY0ouQ/s1600-h/Claire+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SgjSgxtj3mI/AAAAAAAAAwU/U_7IFxY0ouQ/s320/Claire+074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334745219162431074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SgjS1sBWPUI/AAAAAAAAAwc/2HaB_8WUrE4/s1600-h/Claire+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SgjS1sBWPUI/AAAAAAAAAwc/2HaB_8WUrE4/s320/Claire+079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334745578412064066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SgjT5WcL3II/AAAAAAAAAwk/_0mqB3ymdHI/s1600-h/Claire+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SgjT5WcL3II/AAAAAAAAAwk/_0mqB3ymdHI/s320/Claire+080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334746740850154626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SgjUiBRocnI/AAAAAAAAAws/MM7IAjl9cE4/s1600-h/Claire+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SgjUiBRocnI/AAAAAAAAAws/MM7IAjl9cE4/s320/Claire+078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334747439543382642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-4063464900554440526?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/4063464900554440526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=4063464900554440526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/4063464900554440526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/4063464900554440526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/05/yoga-bear.html' title='Yoga Bear'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SgjRsw83SZI/AAAAAAAAAwM/6brtD35efdk/s72-c/Claire+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-2065335835850403908</id><published>2009-05-07T19:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:19:30.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitchin' a Ride</title><content type='html'>Good news... I may not need Daddy to take me everywhere anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking out the window today and saw my neighbor Bailey cruising around in a new car. Sweet!!  My friend's got some new wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Daddy and I went outside to check it out and she gave me a ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SgOIjNuPqKI/AAAAAAAAAv0/LQOdh3rdVqw/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SgOIjNuPqKI/AAAAAAAAAv0/LQOdh3rdVqw/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333256522297223330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-2065335835850403908?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2065335835850403908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=2065335835850403908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2065335835850403908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2065335835850403908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/05/hitchin-ride.html' title='Hitchin&apos; a Ride'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SgOIjNuPqKI/AAAAAAAAAv0/LQOdh3rdVqw/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-6075390892184118398</id><published>2009-05-06T15:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:25:10.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where No Toddler Has Gone Before</title><content type='html'>Daddy and I had to go to the mall today (not that one, the other one) and pick up something for Mommy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally that would be un-newsworthy, but when we walked up there was this HUGE line out by the movie theatre. I had no idea what was going on, and neither did Daddy right away. But then he figured it out. They were all waiting for some movie called Star Trek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe that people would be sitting outside waiting for a movie that wasn't opening until the NEXT DAY, so I wanted to go check them out. But Daddy said no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess he was right. You don't want to get involved with anybody like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-6075390892184118398?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6075390892184118398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=6075390892184118398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/6075390892184118398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/6075390892184118398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-no-toddler-has-gone-before.html' title='Where No Toddler Has Gone Before'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-2469130584400457011</id><published>2009-04-29T18:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:37:16.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beep Beep</title><content type='html'>A bit ago I told you about my plan to sing whenever Daddy got mad at me. The logic being if he was mad, I would do something cute and he wouldn't be mad anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slight problem came up when I realized that HE realized what I was doing. Cuts back on the effectiveness. And he must have been talking to Mommy, cuz I tried it on her last night and it didn't work there either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I figured that I had to come up with something new. Now, once again I know this is hard to beleive, but Daddy got a little upset with me today and I had a timeout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was over, Daddy came over to talk about what I did and how we can avoid further unpleasantries. I knew he was kinda peeved at me, and I knew singing wouldn't work. So I looked him right in the eyes, reached out my finger and beeped him on the nose, mid-sentence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackpot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As hard as he tried, he couldn't hold in the laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-2469130584400457011?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2469130584400457011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=2469130584400457011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2469130584400457011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2469130584400457011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/04/beep-beep.html' title='Beep Beep'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-4206814288336242906</id><published>2009-04-28T15:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:32:31.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Droppin' Knowledge</title><content type='html'>Here is the best thing about going to my little pre-pre-school... for one morning a week, I don't have Daddy right there with me. I can be free, I can learn on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most fun thing about it all is that I can learn things that Daddy doesn't know I know. Then I can casually drop it in a conversation, and he has no idea where it comes from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example - today I was downstairs with him and I decided to blow his mind so I started counting in Spanish. It was just something I picked up at school, but he hadn't heard me do it before so it kinda freaked him out. He asked where I learned that, so I had to tell him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun seeing the look on his face when I got to 'cinco'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-4206814288336242906?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/4206814288336242906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=4206814288336242906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/4206814288336242906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/4206814288336242906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/04/droppin-knowledge.html' title='Droppin&apos; Knowledge'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-161544907327735759</id><published>2009-04-25T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:38:23.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping is FUNdemental</title><content type='html'>I realized something over the weekend. One big difference between the crib and the big girl bed is the railings. Basically, cribs are like little prisons, and I guess that's kinda what I was used to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was laying there "taking a nap" the other day thinking how much fun it would be if I had some books. I mean, I have books over on the shelf. How much fun would it be to read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me... I can get out of bed. And if I can get out of bed, I can go over to my bookshelf and get some books. So I did. It was awesome. Reading is much more fun than napping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I realized something else. You now how when you wake up in the morning and have to wait for your Daddy to come in and get you up. Well, if you can get out of bed, you can get some books or some animals to play with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reason to just lay there, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-161544907327735759?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/161544907327735759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=161544907327735759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/161544907327735759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/161544907327735759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleeping-is-fundemental.html' title='Sleeping is FUNdemental'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-6809400436381360186</id><published>2009-04-23T14:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:23:31.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing My Way Out of Trouble</title><content type='html'>As hard as it is to believe, sometimes Daddy gets a little upset with me. Yeah, I know, it sounds crazy, yet it is somehow true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've come up with a new way to deal with him. I noticed that Daddy always likes it when I sing. He thinks it is super-cute. So, whenever I sense that Daddy is not exactly excited with what I am doing, I break into song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, like "Hey Claire, knock it off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ba, ba, Black Sheep, have you any wool..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked for a bit, but now I think he is catching on. If he does, I'll have to think of something else equally adorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-6809400436381360186?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6809400436381360186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=6809400436381360186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/6809400436381360186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/6809400436381360186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/04/singing-my-way-out-of-trouble.html' title='Singing My Way Out of Trouble'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-7683656803369453545</id><published>2009-04-21T13:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:26:54.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting to Two</title><content type='html'>I have a little problem with this entry. I've got some huge news, but Daddy says that talking about pooping isn't for a nice girl's blog like this, even when it did happen in the potty for the first time. So, I have to figure out another way to say it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I took the Browns to the Super Bowl for the first time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-7683656803369453545?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/7683656803369453545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=7683656803369453545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/7683656803369453545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/7683656803369453545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/04/counting-to-two.html' title='Counting to Two'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-1554629110014791260</id><published>2009-04-20T18:49:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:43:02.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip</title><content type='html'>That was a good one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, where to start? Went to Grandma and Grandpa's house and had some fun. Grandma has some friends who have grandkids that are getting older, so they give Grandma the old toys they had. Or sometimes they bring their grandkids over to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a pretty cool park. I went there with Daddy and Grandpa, then the next day I went with Grandma and Auntie Julie. Got to see a bunch of Great Grandparents, too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you know what? I can't write it all down, so I'll just tell the tale in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Se0jx0n290I/AAAAAAAAAvE/AroMwsht4TA/s1600-h/IMG_4142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Se0jx0n290I/AAAAAAAAAvE/AroMwsht4TA/s320/IMG_4142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326953273095550786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Se0j4xvizmI/AAAAAAAAAvM/4qWJPksdEwI/s1600-h/IMG_4143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Se0j4xvizmI/AAAAAAAAAvM/4qWJPksdEwI/s320/IMG_4143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326953392581561954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Se0j_seBNjI/AAAAAAAAAvU/rGCRb8wyo0w/s1600-h/IMG_4154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Se0j_seBNjI/AAAAAAAAAvU/rGCRb8wyo0w/s320/IMG_4154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326953511424964146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Se0kHxYb4EI/AAAAAAAAAvc/tCJvceW8GA4/s1600-h/IMG_4197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Se0kHxYb4EI/AAAAAAAAAvc/tCJvceW8GA4/s320/IMG_4197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326953650182676546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Se0kPGoh8rI/AAAAAAAAAvk/-WD7OcHRCNo/s1600-h/IMG_4218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Se0kPGoh8rI/AAAAAAAAAvk/-WD7OcHRCNo/s320/IMG_4218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326953776146412210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Se0kWP3xeCI/AAAAAAAAAvs/-L4mu_jo6S4/s1600-h/IMG_4221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Se0kWP3xeCI/AAAAAAAAAvs/-L4mu_jo6S4/s320/IMG_4221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326953898885347362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-1554629110014791260?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/1554629110014791260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=1554629110014791260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1554629110014791260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1554629110014791260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/04/trip.html' title='The Trip'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Se0jx0n290I/AAAAAAAAAvE/AroMwsht4TA/s72-c/IMG_4142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-8775047555459699076</id><published>2009-04-15T20:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:24:27.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hittin' the Road</title><content type='html'>Sorry I've been gone... spending most of my time in the Big Girl Bed. Love that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, Mommy is off to some doctor conference so I convinced Daddy to take a road trip up to Grandma and Grandpa's starting tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fill you in when I get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-8775047555459699076?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/8775047555459699076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=8775047555459699076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/8775047555459699076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/8775047555459699076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/04/hittin-road.html' title='Hittin&apos; the Road'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-5373976681273177693</id><published>2009-04-13T12:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:34:37.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girls Gotta Sleep Too</title><content type='html'>The biggest news from the weekend probably has to do with my sleeping arrangements. As has been noted before, I am becoming a big girl and not a baby anymore. Therefore, in accordance with tradition and Mommy and Daddy, it was time for me to get a Big Girl Bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It arrived in the mail Saturday afternoon, just as I was headed down for a nap.  Little did I know at the time, but that nap was the last trip to the crib. When I awoke, there it was, all put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped Mommy and Daddy carry it into my room, and we took the mattress out of the crib and put it on the big girl bed and viola, Big Girl Sleeping arrangements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty exciting. I got to play in it during the afternoon (and still do lots), then around 8:15 pm it was time to take it for a ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sweet if you ask me. I tried it without my plug, cuz apparently Big Girls don't use them, but after about a half hour of not getting to sleep I figured it was time to get it back in my mouth, so I hollered for Daddy. He gave it to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't grow up all at once, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SeOFaleD1QI/AAAAAAAAAu8/d2kpuDs-iOM/s1600-h/Claire+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SeOFaleD1QI/AAAAAAAAAu8/d2kpuDs-iOM/s320/Claire+068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324245876263343362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-5373976681273177693?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/5373976681273177693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=5373976681273177693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/5373976681273177693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/5373976681273177693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-girls-gotta-sleep-too.html' title='Big Girls Gotta Sleep Too'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SeOFaleD1QI/AAAAAAAAAu8/d2kpuDs-iOM/s72-c/Claire+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-5808558332178351044</id><published>2009-04-09T13:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:16:49.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnics</title><content type='html'>Know what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when the weather doesn't cooperate, you just gotta make your own picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sd5Jkx4UPbI/AAAAAAAAAu0/AHVUOfpwcXk/s1600-h/Picnic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sd5Jkx4UPbI/AAAAAAAAAu0/AHVUOfpwcXk/s320/Picnic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322772705812168114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-5808558332178351044?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/5808558332178351044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=5808558332178351044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/5808558332178351044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/5808558332178351044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/04/picnics.html' title='Picnics'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sd5Jkx4UPbI/AAAAAAAAAu0/AHVUOfpwcXk/s72-c/Picnic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-1046124332658793169</id><published>2009-04-07T12:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:27:56.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just My Luck</title><content type='html'>OK, so today was a big day at Kindermusik.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, a couple of weeks ago, my teacher talked to Daddy about having me be in a video for Kindermusik. Miss Blum was going to ask me questions and have me demonstrate the stuff we do. It wasn't just me, either, but my friends Luke and Cate. (Mason wasn't picked, so it's kinda awkward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the big day comes, and I looked cute as ever and was ready to roll. We were going to film after class. But, naturally, I had to go and fall over during class and smack my face on the wall, giving me a bump under my eye. Just perfect. Now I look like I took a bell to the eye and everyone who sees it is going to think Kindermusik is a dangerous place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we pressed on and I did the spot anyway. Went well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a behind-the-scenes shot of me rocking the Xylophone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SduasNHV0lI/AAAAAAAAAus/NebzmWlUoMY/s1600-h/Xylo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SduasNHV0lI/AAAAAAAAAus/NebzmWlUoMY/s320/Xylo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322017468893745746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-1046124332658793169?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/1046124332658793169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=1046124332658793169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1046124332658793169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1046124332658793169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-my-luck.html' title='Just My Luck'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SduasNHV0lI/AAAAAAAAAus/NebzmWlUoMY/s72-c/Xylo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-3937861593480080488</id><published>2009-04-06T08:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:32:48.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>Had a pretty good weekend. Grandma Sara and Grandpa Mike came to hang out, so we did all kinds of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as is required in the Grandparent Contract, they brought me a present. It was an awesome picnic table that we can put out on the deck and eat and drink and color and finger paint and play with Play Doh on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, since it snowed this weekend, I wasn't able to take it outside where it belongs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SdoSbAfMGbI/AAAAAAAAAuk/zyVuMiN2Tpw/s1600-h/Claire+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SdoSbAfMGbI/AAAAAAAAAuk/zyVuMiN2Tpw/s320/Claire+066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321586164888246706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-3937861593480080488?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/3937861593480080488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=3937861593480080488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/3937861593480080488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/3937861593480080488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SdoSbAfMGbI/AAAAAAAAAuk/zyVuMiN2Tpw/s72-c/Claire+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-4977180638796944797</id><published>2009-04-01T08:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:58:29.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Pity the Fool</title><content type='html'>Daddy said I have to be careful what I post today, since he doesn't want to get a mailbox full of angry emails like he did last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that being said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that I was recently picked to be a spokes-kid for Pampers? Oh yeah. Some dude just saw me at the mall and said I was the cutest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the library wants me to work with them as an endorser of their Children's Literacy movement. Cuz I love reading books so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I got a scholarship to play on the Hawkeye Field Hockey team and have been accepted for early enrollment. Might forgo kindergarten if the opportunity is right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I've been getting so good at playing drums that I might get to be the new drummer for the Smashing Pumpkins. They are looking for one, and I may get a tryout.  Although I hear Billy is hard to work with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-4977180638796944797?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/4977180638796944797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=4977180638796944797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/4977180638796944797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/4977180638796944797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-pity-fool.html' title='I Pity the Fool'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-4643646683137599273</id><published>2009-03-31T12:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:40:34.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Library</title><content type='html'>OK, so we were back to Kindermusik today. All went well. Sang some songs, danced a little, gave Mason five. All good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, afterward, Daddy said, 'Let's go to the library'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did, except it was all different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) They had different toys&lt;br /&gt;B) It looked all different&lt;br /&gt;C) It wasn't downtown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there is another library. And I got a card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-4643646683137599273?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/4643646683137599273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=4643646683137599273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/4643646683137599273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/4643646683137599273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-library.html' title='New Library'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-7148875628527662145</id><published>2009-03-26T18:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T18:53:40.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>Back to Joanie's today. Last week we were off because of Spring Break. Totally lame.  I don't understand why you would NOT want to go to school. It makes no sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-7148875628527662145?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/7148875628527662145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=7148875628527662145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/7148875628527662145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/7148875628527662145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-870289799108187207</id><published>2009-03-24T08:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:27:50.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Scratch Fever</title><content type='html'>So apparently Daddy and I aren't the only ones who like to relax on the couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was downstairs with Daddy and Sophie. Daddy and I were playing, while Sophie was just laying on the couch sleeping. Now, I thought she might want to come play with Daddy and I, so I went up to her and woke her up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she must have been having a bad dream or something, because she hit me right in the forehead. And she obviously hadn't had her nails trimmed in a while, cuz she left a scratch on my forehead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't hurt, and I didn't cry, but I was still kinda upset that my friend would do that to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it wasn't like she was watching a game or anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-870289799108187207?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/870289799108187207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=870289799108187207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/870289799108187207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/870289799108187207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/03/cat-scratch-fever.html' title='Cat Scratch Fever'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-7536067727542888789</id><published>2009-03-23T08:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:26:04.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Madness</title><content type='html'>Daddy taught me an important lesson over the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, all you need is a bowl of crackers, a sippy cup full of juice, the NCAA Basketball Tournament on the TV and the NCAA Wrestling Championships on the radio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was really fun was when we got to act out what was happening.  I'd see a guy get two points on TV, so I would run down to my basketball hoop and get two points.  Then sometimes Daddy would come down and wrestle me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-7536067727542888789?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/7536067727542888789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=7536067727542888789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/7536067727542888789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/7536067727542888789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/03/madness.html' title='The Madness'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-4749214777191730854</id><published>2009-03-17T15:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:25:38.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Beat Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d93f8ce5d844a6e7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/4749214777191730854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=4749214777191730854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/4749214777191730854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/4749214777191730854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/03/human-beat-box_17.html' title='Human Beat Box'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-326687675327211548</id><published>2009-03-15T14:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:02:40.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Buddy</title><content type='html'>Made a new friend this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, one of Daddy's friends had to go interview some Russian dudes so he brought his little girl Avery over here for me to look after while he was gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was a little apprehensive. She kept wanting to play with my toys and she had all kinds of hair. But after a bit, I realized she was lots of fun and we played together lots. I showed her my kitchen and my basketball hoop, and my blocks and animals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when her Daddy came back, we went to he Children's Museum. It was totally fun. And then we got to eat at the food court. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, you can't stuff all the roast beef from an Arby's sandwich in your mouth at once. You can only get about half in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sb1sCy5fszI/AAAAAAAAAuc/oyQPqHofNxI/s1600-h/Claire+and+Avery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sb1sCy5fszI/AAAAAAAAAuc/oyQPqHofNxI/s320/Claire+and+Avery.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313521930645517106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-326687675327211548?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/326687675327211548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=326687675327211548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/326687675327211548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/326687675327211548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-new-buddy.html' title='My New Buddy'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sb1sCy5fszI/AAAAAAAAAuc/oyQPqHofNxI/s72-c/Claire+and+Avery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-771095304103900537</id><published>2009-03-12T14:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:51:40.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesame Outakes</title><content type='html'>It's my favorite entertainer with Daddy's favorite entertainer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kr9_5uZn6ds&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kr9_5uZn6ds&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-771095304103900537?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/771095304103900537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=771095304103900537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/771095304103900537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/771095304103900537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/03/sesame-outakes.html' title='Sesame Outakes'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-402975356505194567</id><published>2009-03-11T08:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T08:41:50.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Terrorists Are Winning</title><content type='html'>So, remember how I told you about the kidnapping on Sesame Street?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those guys are playing hardball now. Now they have cut off the last 10 minutes of Sesame Street so they can air their demands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a plan, though. I remember when I was a little baby, Daddy and I watched this show called Die Hard that dealt with the same kind of situation. There was this guy named John, and he showed exactly how you gotta deal with bad guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippie-ki-aye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-402975356505194567?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/402975356505194567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=402975356505194567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/402975356505194567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/402975356505194567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/03/terrorists-are-winning.html' title='The Terrorists Are Winning'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-9210111092741706030</id><published>2009-03-09T12:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:52:40.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' Up Late</title><content type='html'>OK, so this morning was really weird. Daddy usually comes in and gets me at around the same time every day, but today he was late. Really late, actually. I'm talking at least 45 minute to an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a big deal. I just sat there with Toodee and Moxy and Puglee and Pete and Black and White Kitty and waited patiently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Daddy was really late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost as if he took out the recycling, then came back to discover that the door locked behind him and he didn't have a key or his phone, so he had to go to the neighbors house and call Mommy, but since he didn't have his phone he didn't have mommy's pager number or her office number, so he had to call the hospital main line, then get connected to Mommy's secretary, who then had to page her in the operating room, and when she called Daddy back she couldn't come give him the key because she was in the middle of surgery, so she had a resident go to her office, get the keys, drive her car home so he could give the key to Daddy, who then got back in and came to get me up about 45 minutes late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't make sense, cuz Daddy is a GOOD parent, and a good parent would never do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musta just been the time change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-9210111092741706030?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/9210111092741706030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=9210111092741706030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/9210111092741706030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/9210111092741706030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/03/gettin-up-late.html' title='Gettin&apos; Up Late'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-1092191253826353792</id><published>2009-03-04T09:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T09:29:52.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Trouble</title><content type='html'>We may have a situation here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I was watching Sesame Street, there were these guys standing in front of a bunch of people talking on the phone, and they said that unless we pay them money, they will take Sesame Street off the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, terrorists have seized Sesame Street!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't specifically say how much they needed, but they said that we need to call them and give them money or the show will go off the air. They even said something about sending us a Tote Bag... I can't IMAGINE what would be in it, but I know that Elmo wouldn't fit unless those people did something HORRIBLE to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should we do? I can't live without Sesame Street, but I don't have any money to send. I tried calling the cops, but none of the phones I have work. I can talk into them, but I can't hear anything back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-1092191253826353792?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/1092191253826353792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=1092191253826353792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1092191253826353792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1092191253826353792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-trouble.html' title='Big Trouble'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-6298601425625540857</id><published>2009-03-02T09:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:16:02.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing Batter Batter</title><content type='html'>Rumor has it that it's not going to be too cold anymore soon. This is good, cuz I miss the backyard. While I do have a basketball hoop downstairs, I miss playing baseball and Daddy won't let me hit off the tee in the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Daddy went out shopping the other day and brought me back some awesome stuff. A NEW baseball hat and a NEW baseball glove!!!  I'm so ready to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sav_unl7wRI/AAAAAAAAAuM/5y6eCAo2JVg/s1600-h/Claire+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sav_unl7wRI/AAAAAAAAAuM/5y6eCAo2JVg/s320/Claire+053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308617762153414930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SawAgZDsvtI/AAAAAAAAAuU/p9TMBzB-In8/s1600-h/Claire+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SawAgZDsvtI/AAAAAAAAAuU/p9TMBzB-In8/s320/Claire+060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308618617245187794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-6298601425625540857?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6298601425625540857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=6298601425625540857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/6298601425625540857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/6298601425625540857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/03/swing-batter-batter.html' title='Swing Batter Batter'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Sav_unl7wRI/AAAAAAAAAuM/5y6eCAo2JVg/s72-c/Claire+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-2088761125413486224</id><published>2009-03-02T09:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:43:10.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Third Episode of ER</title><content type='html'>So, remember a while back when I talked about how fun it was to go to the doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is a new kinda doctor that was even more fun to go to. It's called the Emergency Room, and I got to go last Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when I woke up from my nap Friday afternoon, my throat and chest were making weird noises when I breathed. Daddy called the doctor, and they said to come in. The only problem was that it was 4:30 and too late to go to my normal doctor, so they said to go to the Emergency Room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did, and they were really nice. After giving me a bracelet, they let me pick out a book to keep (I picked out Goodnight Gorilla cuz it is one of my favorites, but Daddy said I should get a different one since I already have that one, so we got Green Eggs and Ham). Then they gave me a pony with pink hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we waited around, and I was feeling better so I checked out the room and ran down the hall and stuff. Then the doctor came in and checked me out and said I was probably OK. Then Mommy showed up, wearing a coat just like the doctor had on. She checked me out too and said I was OK. Then she talked to the doctor a while and they gave me some medicine to use just in case I needed it (I haven't). Apparently I had a little virus, kinda like the one that put me in the hospital when I was a little baby, but this time I am big enough to handle it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to recap, I got a free book, free pony, free bracelet, a sticker, and I got to see Mommy at work. Pretty good, eh? This was MUCH better than the last two times I was at the Emergency Room. Now I know I don't have to get really sick or swallow a penny to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta wheeze a bit when the clinic is closed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-2088761125413486224?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2088761125413486224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=2088761125413486224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2088761125413486224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2088761125413486224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-third-episode-of-er.html' title='Our Third Episode of ER'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-1632501955344666832</id><published>2009-02-25T09:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:18:55.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Belly Up</title><content type='html'>So there was something new this morning (aside from the newly colorful walls in the kitchen). Apparently, Daddy had some time last night and did some adjusting to my high chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all messed up - but it has some promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, the tray is gone. And its a lot lower. And the seatbelt is back in play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was going to be a disaster when Daddy put me in it, but then he scooted me all the way up to the table (the HEAD of the table, might I add) and I ate breakfast like a big girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a big girl sitting in a half-dismantled high chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SaVhTRZregI/AAAAAAAAAt8/mLU9-HdQsVg/s1600-h/Claire+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SaVhTRZregI/AAAAAAAAAt8/mLU9-HdQsVg/s320/Claire+051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306754719642515970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-1632501955344666832?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/1632501955344666832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=1632501955344666832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1632501955344666832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1632501955344666832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/02/belly-up.html' title='Belly Up'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SaVhTRZregI/AAAAAAAAAt8/mLU9-HdQsVg/s72-c/Claire+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-5637079492434008284</id><published>2009-02-24T13:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:39:29.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting Again</title><content type='html'>Painters are back, and Daddy seems to enjoy what they did.  I'll have to remember that next time I get to fingerpaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday, I took a four-hour nap. Not sure if I was that tired or if it was the fumes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-5637079492434008284?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/5637079492434008284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=5637079492434008284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/5637079492434008284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/5637079492434008284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/02/painting-again.html' title='Painting Again'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-262654104711640126</id><published>2009-02-23T13:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:01:53.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting</title><content type='html'>Man, you won't BELIEVE what is going down at our house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These dudes came over this morning, and they started painting all over the walls. Like completely covering them. Everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are going to be in so much trouble. I know, cuz this one time I tried to draw a kitty (or piggie, I can't remember) on the walls with a crayon, and Daddy totally freaked out. And these guys aren't painting no kitties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't WAIT to see Daddy go off on them. They are in for a world 'o hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And probably a long timeout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-262654104711640126?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/262654104711640126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=262654104711640126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/262654104711640126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/262654104711640126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/02/painting.html' title='Painting'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-1504627046392928386</id><published>2009-02-19T13:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:31:18.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatted Up</title><content type='html'>So, I am hanging with a whole new crowd of kids at Joanie's house. It's pretty cool. I'm learning lots of new things, and today I got my first tattoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SZ22KttvwwI/AAAAAAAAAto/UvZzNBOpBb8/s1600-h/Claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SZ22KttvwwI/AAAAAAAAAto/UvZzNBOpBb8/s320/Claire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304596231298728706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sweet, eh? It's a bear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wasn't sure how I was going to break this to Daddy, since I wasn't sure on his two-year old tattoo policy yet. I ultimately decided not to tell him - at least right away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, after school today we met our buddy Weitzel out for lunch at the Vine, and he totally narced me out. He saw it creeping out of my sleeve and said, "Claire, whats that"  Right in front of Daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he noticed. Didn't seem to have a problem with it, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did we learn today at school? Daddy doesn't care if you get tattoos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-1504627046392928386?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/1504627046392928386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=1504627046392928386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1504627046392928386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1504627046392928386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/02/tatted-up.html' title='Tatted Up'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SZ22KttvwwI/AAAAAAAAAto/UvZzNBOpBb8/s72-c/Claire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-5269678105821883473</id><published>2009-02-18T09:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:18:18.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesson in Gravity</title><content type='html'>That Newton guy knew what he was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, Mommy and Daddy got new chairs for the kitchen table. Actually Auntie Megan and soon-to-be Uncle Johnny brought them from Chicago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I have been really enjoying sitting on them. Not sure what the attraction is, except that they are new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, I was sitting in the chair opposite Daddy while he was eating his breakfast. (I was already done with mine - Yogurt and Bananas if you care) Anywho, I dropped the book I was reading and decided to reach down and get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I learned a good lesson in center of gravity, cuz next thing I knew I was heading face-first into the hardwood floor. Got myself a nice little bump, I did. Daddy got out the Boo-Boo Bunny and gave me a few kisses, so I felt OK soon enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left me a nice little shiner, though. None of the kids at school tomorrow will mess with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SZwmhn54b4I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S4TQt3chYSY/s1600-h/claire+042+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SZwmhn54b4I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S4TQt3chYSY/s320/claire+042+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304156820224896898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-5269678105821883473?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/5269678105821883473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=5269678105821883473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/5269678105821883473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/5269678105821883473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/02/lesson-in-gravity.html' title='A Lesson in Gravity'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SZwmhn54b4I/AAAAAAAAAtg/S4TQt3chYSY/s72-c/claire+042+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-1998350513811205944</id><published>2009-02-17T09:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:21:24.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>But It Does Make It Chilly</title><content type='html'>So I learned a new trick, and it should be a real time-saver for Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how when you wake up, your Daddy comes in and picks you up and takes off your jams and changes your diaper and gets you dressed? Well, I think I have figured out a way to streamline the operation a bit and take some of the workload myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, before Daddy came in, I woke up and started working on the zipper down the front of my jams. It's a little more complicated than normal zippers, cuz it has a snap at the top. Well, I got that snap undone and the rest was easy. Just unzipped the jams, got my arms and legs out and there you have it. I was out of my jams before Daddy even came in the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only problem was it was a little cold, so I just kinda pulled up my blankets and waited. Luckily I sleep with four blankets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy must have liked the idea, cuz he laughed when he came in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-1998350513811205944?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/1998350513811205944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=1998350513811205944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1998350513811205944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1998350513811205944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/02/but-it-does-make-it-chilly.html' title='But It Does Make It Chilly'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-7510046758274392006</id><published>2009-02-16T09:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:08:35.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentimes is Good Times</title><content type='html'>Hope you all had a good Valentines Day. I sure did. Even got to have a bit of chocolate. That's some good stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't realize was how many Valentines I had. I got all kinds of stuff. Books, dresses, Elmos, shirts, Puglee (my new Uglydoll)... and more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, even the waiter at the restaurant we went out to gave me a balloon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SZmN6lYmOqI/AAAAAAAAAtA/HVqVbEl4Pf8/s1600-h/Claire+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SZmN6lYmOqI/AAAAAAAAAtA/HVqVbEl4Pf8/s320/Claire+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303426073812679330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt kinda bad with everyone giving me all that stuff, so I decided to get myself a Valentine. I dug all the way to the bottom of my toy box and found a kitty that I didn't even know I had. Daddy said he's been down there a while. Anyway, I named him Black and White Kitty and he is my new favorite. I carry him everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-7510046758274392006?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/7510046758274392006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=7510046758274392006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/7510046758274392006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/7510046758274392006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentimes-is-good-times.html' title='Valentimes is Good Times'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SZmN6lYmOqI/AAAAAAAAAtA/HVqVbEl4Pf8/s72-c/Claire+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-6609782768723906646</id><published>2009-02-11T09:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:26:09.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Class</title><content type='html'>So we went back to music class yesterday. It was kinda different, cuz there were a lot of new kids there. There was even a new teacher... but she said Miss Bloom would be back next week. It was confusing, though. When we walked in, Daddy wasn't sure if we came at the right time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my friends showed up. Luke, Cate, and yes, Mason. I didn't forget that I saw him with the other girl at the mall, so I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. I sat by Luke and we danced together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That obviously got to him, because in the middle of class he came across the room and sat right next to me on Daddy's lap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're cool now, but I wanted to make sure he knew not to take me for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But speaking of Luke, he brought his little baby sister to class. She is only a few months old, so she didn't sing or anything. But guess what her name is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an honor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-6609782768723906646?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6609782768723906646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=6609782768723906646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/6609782768723906646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/6609782768723906646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-class.html' title='Back to Class'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-7195537200795780268</id><published>2009-02-09T09:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:32:33.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Cheatin' Heart</title><content type='html'>All I can say is that it is a good thing that Music Class starts up again tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know, KinderMusik is between semesters, so we haven't had class for the last few weeks. Normally, that is a bummer in its own right. But last Friday I found out the dangers of semester break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and I were eating lunch at the mall with my friend Sydney and her mommy (on a quick sidenote, have you ever had a philly cheesesteak? Its probably the best food ever). Anyway, I look across the food court and who do I see, but my buddy Mason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start telly Daddy "Mason, Mason" but sometimes he gets distracted when he is eating and didn't notice right away. Finally, I got him to look and we waved to Mason. He came over to talk and everything was fun, until I noticed who he was with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER GIRL!!! And she wasn't even that cute. And I bet she didn't even know how to sing any songs from Kindermusik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have to lay the rules down on that boy when I see him at class tomorrow. Assuming I talk to him, that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go sit by Luke when we get there. That'll teach him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-7195537200795780268?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/7195537200795780268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=7195537200795780268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/7195537200795780268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/7195537200795780268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/02/your-cheatin-heart.html' title='Your Cheatin&apos; Heart'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-4014785736276170030</id><published>2009-02-05T09:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:58:18.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>Well, today is the day.  I'm off to school, and I am really excited. I have been asking Daddy about it for the last few days, cuz I was getting kinda anxious. But today when I woke up and asked if we were going to school, Daddy said 'Yes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we packed up my backpack and Daddy made me a sack lunch (rumor has it there is a PB&amp;J in there) and went to Joanie's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole way I talked about school. Daddy even let me listen to whatever we wanted on the radio in the car. (lots of Vampire Weekend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked if Daddy was going to go to school too, but he said no. I wasn't sure what to make of that, but once we got there and I started playing, I didn't even notice him leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SYsMV-5y9vI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Pc00axkZhIs/s1600-h/claire+027+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SYsMV-5y9vI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Pc00axkZhIs/s320/claire+027+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299342958333720306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-4014785736276170030?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/4014785736276170030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=4014785736276170030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/4014785736276170030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/4014785736276170030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SYsMV-5y9vI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Pc00axkZhIs/s72-c/claire+027+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-9140748721020852164</id><published>2009-02-03T09:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:25:53.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What 'cha doing?</title><content type='html'>I found myself interested in the activities of others lately. I always want to know what somebody is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, over the past week or so, I have started asking Mommy and Daddy. I figure they are pretty smart, so they would know what the tiger in the book is doing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the Tiger doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"What's car doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"What's Mommy doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"What's the radio doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"What's Baby Elsie doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"What's Moxy doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"What's pizza doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure the only way to learn is to ask questions, right?  And believe me, I'm learning LOTS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly about how lots of things are "just hanging out".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-9140748721020852164?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/9140748721020852164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=9140748721020852164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/9140748721020852164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/9140748721020852164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-cha-doing.html' title='What &apos;cha doing?'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-5239141272764239610</id><published>2009-02-02T09:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:24:21.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Weekend</title><content type='html'>Whew... I must be getting old, cuz this weekend wore me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Mommy and Daddy took me to see the Hawkeyes play. But this time, they weren't playing field hockey or basketball or wrestling... they were playing gymnastics. It was really cool. They jump and flip and swing and twist... it gave me all sorts of new ideas. I wonder if the couch makes a good vault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the coach is my neighbor friend Bailey's Mommy, so she said hi to us and made me look like a big shot. And Bailey was there, so we got to hang out for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, while we were watching, Daddy told me to look up at the scoreboard and HOLY DIAPERS, I was on the big TV they had up there. I smiled and waved and everybody there thought it was super cute. They were right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, yesterday, we went over to one of Mommy's friends to watch some football. Now, I have watched football with Daddy many times, so I know the drill. I play with my toys, and when Daddy yells "touchdown" I run over and give him five. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this was totally different. There was lots of people around and lots of little kids to play with. And there was a table full of food and crackers and stuff that I could reach up to. Best thing was that it was behind Mommy and Daddy, so I could just go over there and get what I wanted when they were watching the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so wiped that I slept almost an hour late this morning. And when I got up I asked Daddy if we could go to another party today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are going to the grocery store instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-5239141272764239610?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/5239141272764239610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=5239141272764239610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/5239141272764239610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/5239141272764239610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-weekend.html' title='Super Weekend'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-826667258457251939</id><published>2009-01-29T13:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:48:17.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School Daze</title><content type='html'>Looks like this kid is headed to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, kinda school. Mommy found this "pre" pre-school/playgroup kinda thing going on and sent Daddy and I to investigate this morning and see if we liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be starting next week. Every Thursday morning, baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the awesomest. Basically, this lady Joanie invites six kids over to her place and we get to play and sing and learn stuff and eat snacks and paint and all kinds of stuff. It was great, I didn't want to leave this morning. All the kids are my age and they are fun to play with. One little girl is even named Claire, so it will be easy for me to remember that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were there, I wanted to make a good impression so my application could be accepted. So while the kids were playing flashcards, I made sure I shouted out the right answers. "Green!" "Cow!" "Star!" "Oval!" "Piggie!".  Yeah, I got 'em all right, even though I was the youngest there. Joanie said I was very bright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am enrolled, I think I need to get a backpack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-826667258457251939?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/826667258457251939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=826667258457251939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/826667258457251939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/826667258457251939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-daze.html' title='School Daze'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-1575717589435089015</id><published>2009-01-28T14:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:00:45.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Feelgood</title><content type='html'>Back to the doctor today, but this time it was a check-up. I posted some pretty even numbers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight - 28.16 lbs (68%)&lt;br /&gt;Height - 34.65 inches (69%)&lt;br /&gt;Head - 19.49 inches (91%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy says my head is so big because I am so smart. Who am I to argue, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to get one shot, but I took it like a champ. Then, when I thought it was all over, I had to go get some blood drawn. In case you are new to medicine, that is when they give you a tiny little shot on your finger and take some of your blood. It didn't really hurt that much... it was actually kinda fascinating. I sat with Daddy when they did it, and I couldn't take my eyes off it. I even told Daddy that it was red. Which it was, and that is normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm more proportionate than I ever have been, and I ended up getting a bunch of stickers out of the deal, so it isn't too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-1575717589435089015?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/1575717589435089015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=1575717589435089015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1575717589435089015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1575717589435089015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/01/dr-feelgood.html' title='Dr. Feelgood'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-7722748420239695527</id><published>2009-01-26T13:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:13:57.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Gotta Fight - For Your Right - To Potty</title><content type='html'>Had a bit of a weird moment today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy had me sitting on the potty, like we usually do, reading the New Yorker and all (there is a bunny on the front). Anyway, I realize that I gotta pee something fierce. I try holding it in for a while, but eventually it comes out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I expect Daddy to freak out, since he never seems to like it when I pee anywhere but my diaper. Not on the changing table, not on the bathroom rug - nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he notices it and freaks out... but in a good way. He was all sorts of excited and told me I was a very good girl, all that stuff. I don't get it, but I'll take it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he gets this excited about me peeing on the potty... I wonder what he would do if I dropped a twosie. Maybe I'll try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-7722748420239695527?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/7722748420239695527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=7722748420239695527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/7722748420239695527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/7722748420239695527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-gotta-fight-for-your-right-to-potty.html' title='You Gotta Fight - For Your Right - To Potty'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-746197602859873151</id><published>2009-01-22T13:24:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:46:22.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hittin' the Gym</title><content type='html'>I went to a new place today. Apparently, over at Mercer park they open up the gym for kids every morning. Sounds cool, right? So Daddy and I trotted over there to check it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with my friend Rosie and it was a BLAST. I mean, there were kids everywhere. The place was hopping. They had all kinds of stuff to play with - balls and slides and mats to roll on and elephants to ride and all kinds of other stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had these giant basketball hoops, but Daddy couldn't lift me up high enough to use them, so I will have to just keep shooting hoops at home until I get a little bigger, or Daddy gets a little taller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that activity took it's toll, so Rosie and I had to take a juice break for a while. After playing some more, we all hopped in our cars and I took Rosie to the Pet Store. She had never been there, but I showed her all around. We saw the puppies and kitties and bunnies and guinea pigs and ferrets and snakes and birdies and mice and fishies. It was quite an experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SXjJ9iH-UdI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/i2jmYYd5-dU/s1600-h/Claire+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SXjJ9iH-UdI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/i2jmYYd5-dU/s320/Claire+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294203420943471058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SXjKXJ6G_yI/AAAAAAAAAsY/PpNMULuFn_k/s1600-h/Claire+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SXjKXJ6G_yI/AAAAAAAAAsY/PpNMULuFn_k/s320/Claire+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294203861119467298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SXjKvvdlbXI/AAAAAAAAAsg/03mSZIApXQY/s1600-h/claire+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SXjKvvdlbXI/AAAAAAAAAsg/03mSZIApXQY/s320/claire+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294204283517234546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SXjLUn8uDAI/AAAAAAAAAso/Ub-2OyzRDzk/s1600-h/Claire+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SXjLUn8uDAI/AAAAAAAAAso/Ub-2OyzRDzk/s320/Claire+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294204917155499010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-746197602859873151?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/746197602859873151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=746197602859873151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/746197602859873151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/746197602859873151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/01/hittin-gym.html' title='Hittin&apos; the Gym'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SXjJ9iH-UdI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/i2jmYYd5-dU/s72-c/Claire+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-93086577292385045</id><published>2009-01-20T13:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:49:22.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Day</title><content type='html'>Really big day here. Not that much I can say about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the new guy will bring a lotta change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-93086577292385045?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/93086577292385045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=93086577292385045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/93086577292385045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/93086577292385045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-day.html' title='Big Day'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-4370880253639210634</id><published>2009-01-15T13:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:39:46.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor, Doctor</title><content type='html'>So, I've been to the doctor this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know what you are thinking. Don't worry. I'm fine. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I have come up with an interesting theory. It is much better to go to the doctor when you are sick than when you are fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip was a breeze. We went there, they gave me a quick look over, then sent me on my way with THREE stickers and some tasty pink stuff called "medicine" that I get to eat three times a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I go when I am feeling fine, they give me shots. And no medicine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the lesson here is only go to doctors when you are sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-4370880253639210634?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/4370880253639210634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=4370880253639210634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/4370880253639210634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/4370880253639210634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/01/doctor-doctor.html' title='Doctor, Doctor'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-465259276614785439</id><published>2009-01-12T13:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:30:15.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>It's official... I'm two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I think the best thing about turning two is that you get presents. I got some at Christmas, and now I got some for my birthday, so I think I have done enough research to say that presents are awesome. I can't wait to get more.  Apparently I get them every two weeks or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Daddy said that I shouldn't get used to this because after my birthday I wouldn't get any presents for a LONG time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then today, there was one in the mail from my Auntie Chris. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shows what he knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SWuZ0b85cTI/AAAAAAAAArA/5zybs7CMb-0/s1600-h/IMG_3941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SWuZ0b85cTI/AAAAAAAAArA/5zybs7CMb-0/s320/IMG_3941.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290491313412206898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SWuaE-YvM5I/AAAAAAAAArI/2SfY84geb1k/s1600-h/IMG_3924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SWuaE-YvM5I/AAAAAAAAArI/2SfY84geb1k/s320/IMG_3924.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290491597533688722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SWuaLbihXZI/AAAAAAAAArQ/s9rZM_piBO4/s1600-h/IMG_3928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SWuaLbihXZI/AAAAAAAAArQ/s9rZM_piBO4/s320/IMG_3928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290491708438568338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-465259276614785439?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/465259276614785439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=465259276614785439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/465259276614785439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/465259276614785439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday-bash.html' title='Birthday Bash'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SWuZ0b85cTI/AAAAAAAAArA/5zybs7CMb-0/s72-c/IMG_3941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-4425868956470611028</id><published>2009-01-09T09:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:44:15.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Set the Trends, Baby</title><content type='html'>So, for those of you like Daddy who tend to shun Sesame Street for the News, you may have seen the story about Sasha Obama bringing an UglyDoll to school with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suntimes.com/news/politics/obama/1363310,CST-NWS-ugly06.article"&gt;CLICK HERE TO SEE THE ARTICLE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, and UglyDoll. Toodee and Moxy are SOOOO proud of their cousin Babo's Bird!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I tell you what, I've been sleeping with a pair of UglyDolls for almost two years and nobody has called to interview me on the subject. I have lots to say about Toodee and Moxy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SWdwvU0S36I/AAAAAAAAAq4/apdWGtJ1CeY/s1600-h/Uglydolls+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SWdwvU0S36I/AAAAAAAAAq4/apdWGtJ1CeY/s320/Uglydolls+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289320245714149282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-4425868956470611028?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/4425868956470611028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=4425868956470611028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/4425868956470611028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/4425868956470611028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-set-trends-baby.html' title='I Set the Trends, Baby'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SWdwvU0S36I/AAAAAAAAAq4/apdWGtJ1CeY/s72-c/Uglydolls+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-3456532861164724034</id><published>2009-01-08T09:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:32:44.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Call Me Duece</title><content type='html'>So guess who turns the Big 2 this weekend? Yup, it's me. Kinda hard to believe, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think, as of Sunday, I will no longer be a baby, and will begin my career as a little girl. It's kind of intimidating, really. Daddy says there are lots of responsibilities in being a little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like no more crying or fussing. And no more misbehaving. And no tantrums. And no more poopy diapers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess it will be nice when I turn two, become a little girl and all that baby stuff is magically behind me, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-3456532861164724034?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/3456532861164724034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=3456532861164724034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/3456532861164724034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/3456532861164724034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-can-call-me-duece.html' title='You Can Call Me Duece'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-3737679777478265576</id><published>2009-01-06T09:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:03:27.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Class</title><content type='html'>One thing I forgot about yesterday... if I am back to the grind, that means we are going back to MUSIC CLASS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait.  I have been asking Daddy every day about class for the last few weeks, and he never takes me because we are on break. I was worried we had become the town from Footloose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today we make our triumphant return. I have even been singing all the songs from class over the last few days to get ready for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl is ready to dance her diaper off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-3737679777478265576?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/3737679777478265576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=3737679777478265576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/3737679777478265576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/3737679777478265576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-class.html' title='Back to Class'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-4521639099244930240</id><published>2009-01-05T09:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:27:55.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Grind</title><content type='html'>Well, it's all over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shoulda seen in coming, hindsight being what it is, but I guess the baby in me thought it would go on forever. I stopped getting offered cookies, the presents stopped coming, Mommy started going back to work. Then yesterday I woke up from my nap and the Christmas Tree was gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was official when I woke up this morning and I heard the kids playing outside waiting for the school bus. I've always like watching the kids out my window when I wake up, but this time I was a little bittersweet, cuz I knew that it meant that Christmas was over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it is back to the grind. Wake up, eat breakfast, watch Sesame Street, go bye-bye, come back for lunch, read books, take a nap, play, eat dinner, play, then milk-books-crib and it's another day in the books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat as necessary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-4521639099244930240?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/4521639099244930240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=4521639099244930240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/4521639099244930240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/4521639099244930240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-grind.html' title='Back to the Grind'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-3438273589844262829</id><published>2008-12-30T09:06:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:30:10.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Recap</title><content type='html'>Let's just put it this way... I'm still tired. But a good tired. More of a I've been partying for a week tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see, what have I been up too?  Well, dodging blizzards, staying inside because it was -40 wind chill outside, going to parties, getting sick, getting presents, eating cookies, meeting Baby Harper, giving her a puppy, getting a puppy back from her, playing with relatives, getting presents, hosting parties, getting presents, listening to the Black Keys, getting presents, playing with presents and opening presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that covers it in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Mommy had to work, Daddy and I went up to Grandma and Grandpa's to start the season without her. Naturally, we had a party right away. It was tons of fun, cuz I got presents and my cousin Dan taught me how to drum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SVo9oKS1krI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/b79HC2Rym-U/s1600-h/Drums.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SVo9oKS1krI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/b79HC2Rym-U/s320/Drums.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285604872840123058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my first experience with Christmas Cookies and Candies. While they tasted good going down, they didn't taste as good coming up at one in the morning... all over Daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I was kinda fighting a bug most of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SVo6y5fAIhI/AAAAAAAAAqA/n-00EGzJTyI/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SVo6y5fAIhI/AAAAAAAAAqA/n-00EGzJTyI/s320/Christmas+2008+052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285601758771421714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel much better now. And in all actuality, it didn't stop me from partying. Which is what did more of when Mommy showed up. On Christmas Eve, we had a whole new crew show up, and they brought food and presents too. (Although this time I went a little easy on the cookies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lots of fun - I got some books and a backpack to put all my stuffed animals in. Now I don't have to leave any behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next morning, we had more presents. You know that Santa guy? Well, apparently he felt bad about the way he scared me at Mommy's Work Christmas party, cuz he stopped by when I was sleeping and left a ton of presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SVo8fO3RheI/AAAAAAAAAqI/lRdl-GFrtWk/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SVo8fO3RheI/AAAAAAAAAqI/lRdl-GFrtWk/s320/Christmas+2008+067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285603619936241122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had to pack up everything and go home. Man, our car was full of awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, Grandma and Grandpa were there and so were Megan and John. Naturally, we had another party. With more presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma not only got me a present, but a whole kitchen!!! It is set up downstairs and I spend most of my days making food for Daddy. I figure with all the stuff he as made me, it's only fair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SVo-OHwgu3I/AAAAAAAAAqY/BmzBEYTpRfA/s1600-h/christmas+2008+037+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SVo-OHwgu3I/AAAAAAAAAqY/BmzBEYTpRfA/s320/christmas+2008+037+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285605524994308978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after the weekend was over, everybody went home. When Daddy came into my room yesterday morning to get me up and I realized it was just me and him again, it was kind of a shock to the system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the grind, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-3438273589844262829?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/3438273589844262829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=3438273589844262829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/3438273589844262829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/3438273589844262829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-recap.html' title='Christmas Recap'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SVo9oKS1krI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/b79HC2Rym-U/s72-c/Drums.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-6231425090456484034</id><published>2008-12-19T08:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:48:19.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUuxwy4rDPI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ubyw9kkLOeQ/s1600-h/Baby+Claire+842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUuxwy4rDPI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ubyw9kkLOeQ/s320/Baby+Claire+842.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281510439873350898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out for Christmas Break, so have a Happy Holidays!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-6231425090456484034?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/6231425090456484034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=6231425090456484034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/6231425090456484034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/6231425090456484034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-break.html' title='Christmas Break'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUuxwy4rDPI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ubyw9kkLOeQ/s72-c/Baby+Claire+842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-7918949107778261733</id><published>2008-12-18T12:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:59:39.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Missed Out</title><content type='html'>Well, I was supposed to go to the Children's Museum with Rosie today, but her Mommy's car broke and she couldn't come.  Bummer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Daddy and I went anyway. It was fun, as always, but there was nobody there. Seriously. It was like a Ghost Children's Museum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could play with anything you wanted. But when you are the only kid in the room, it kinda loses it's luster. Now, if Rosie had been there with me, we would have owned the place. It would have probably been the best ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, maybe next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-7918949107778261733?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/7918949107778261733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=7918949107778261733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/7918949107778261733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/7918949107778261733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-missed-out.html' title='We Missed Out'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-1132371932488552117</id><published>2008-12-17T12:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:08:37.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Fast Down a Hill</title><content type='html'>Daddy and I took the sled outside today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I thought the sled was fun in the living room. You can sit in it, and well, you know, that's about it. But it is still cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, if you take it outside and put it on a snowy hill, the fun increases by a factor of ten. Seriously. It was a blast. Sometimes I went down with Daddy. Sometimes I went down by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is when you get to the bottom of the hill, you gotta walk all the way back up. Unless you have a Daddy to carry you, that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUlNQyF9xII/AAAAAAAAApo/1L7JTG6e_l8/s1600-h/Baby+Claire+850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUlNQyF9xII/AAAAAAAAApo/1L7JTG6e_l8/s320/Baby+Claire+850.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280836988788655234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUlNriPdpdI/AAAAAAAAApw/xBd-hEU94fE/s1600-h/baby+claire+852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUlNriPdpdI/AAAAAAAAApw/xBd-hEU94fE/s320/baby+claire+852.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280837448389993938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-1132371932488552117?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/1132371932488552117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=1132371932488552117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1132371932488552117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/1132371932488552117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleddin.html' title='Going Fast Down a Hill'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUlNQyF9xII/AAAAAAAAApo/1L7JTG6e_l8/s72-c/Baby+Claire+850.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-7697022974454859441</id><published>2008-12-16T15:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:02:02.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow and Cold</title><content type='html'>Well, its snowing lots and lots. Problem is that it is super cold out too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, Daddy won't let me go out and play in the new snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would Mommy make me a hat, mittens and scarf if I can't use 'em? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUglRlFcrnI/AAAAAAAAApY/lzEn__igxDw/s1600-h/Baby+Claire+823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUglRlFcrnI/AAAAAAAAApY/lzEn__igxDw/s320/Baby+Claire+823.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280511547034873458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-7697022974454859441?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/7697022974454859441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=7697022974454859441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/7697022974454859441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/7697022974454859441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-and-cold.html' title='Snow and Cold'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUglRlFcrnI/AAAAAAAAApY/lzEn__igxDw/s72-c/Baby+Claire+823.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-183256746900633210</id><published>2008-12-15T09:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:27:10.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' Silly</title><content type='html'>Had a pretty good weekend. I did get my first bloody nose (went beak-first into the bathtub, if you must know) but it's all good. I'm fairly tough, you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, my friend Jane came over on Sunday and we made some Christmas cookies. Well, to be perfectly honest, I mostly just played with Jane and let the Mommies and Daddies make the Christmas cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But get this... I had to go take a nap before all the cookies were done. And knowing Daddy, I assumed that they would all be gone by the time I got up. But, my girl Jane had my back. Not only did she decorate a cookie just for me, but she saved it for me and left a nice note for me to read when I got up from my nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That cookie was good, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUZ2k8KIE1I/AAAAAAAAApI/wzZvAP_TC4Q/s1600-h/Baby+Claire+836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUZ2k8KIE1I/AAAAAAAAApI/wzZvAP_TC4Q/s320/Baby+Claire+836.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280037990134453074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUZ3JN_sXhI/AAAAAAAAApQ/tFV9b9rZOSw/s1600-h/Baby+Claire+840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUZ3JN_sXhI/AAAAAAAAApQ/tFV9b9rZOSw/s320/Baby+Claire+840.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280038613397822994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-183256746900633210?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/183256746900633210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=183256746900633210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/183256746900633210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/183256746900633210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2008/12/gettin-silly.html' title='Gettin&apos; Silly'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUZ2k8KIE1I/AAAAAAAAApI/wzZvAP_TC4Q/s72-c/Baby+Claire+836.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-9093403407367963847</id><published>2008-12-12T09:49:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:01:29.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Claus is Coming to Town</title><content type='html'>Mommy took us to a party last night. Not bad... lots of kids. They had these chocolate covered strawberries that were AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the big highlight of the night was Santa Claus. He made a special guest appearance - kinda a sneak-preview engagement, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, he showed up with a couple elves (who were both well over 5' 6") and a big bag 'o toys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got in line to see him, but as we got closer I realized that it probably wasn't imperative that I actually sit on his lap. So I voiced my opinions on the subject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, though, he was cool about it and still let me have a present. It was a puppy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWEET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope he will still show up on Christmas Eve, though. I did say "Thank You Santa" as he was walking out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUKJR2o1HEI/AAAAAAAAAoo/kMUe7YQNMpg/s1600-h/baby+claire+828+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUKJR2o1HEI/AAAAAAAAAoo/kMUe7YQNMpg/s320/baby+claire+828+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278932653049191490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUKJo3x2TnI/AAAAAAAAAow/CEEcvQLYX6g/s1600-h/Baby+Claire+830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUKJo3x2TnI/AAAAAAAAAow/CEEcvQLYX6g/s320/Baby+Claire+830.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278933048492445298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUKKEqeOSGI/AAAAAAAAAo4/jgr33bxy1dI/s1600-h/Baby+Claire+833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUKKEqeOSGI/AAAAAAAAAo4/jgr33bxy1dI/s320/Baby+Claire+833.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278933525956806754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUKKk9bKzKI/AAAAAAAAApA/tjqsTMt0CBM/s1600-h/Baby+Claire+832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUKKk9bKzKI/AAAAAAAAApA/tjqsTMt0CBM/s320/Baby+Claire+832.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278934080800083106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-9093403407367963847?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/9093403407367963847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=9093403407367963847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/9093403407367963847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/9093403407367963847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-claus-is-coming-to-town.html' title='Santa Claus is Coming to Town'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/SUKJR2o1HEI/AAAAAAAAAoo/kMUe7YQNMpg/s72-c/baby+claire+828+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-2964778731044413583</id><published>2008-12-10T13:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:54:10.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smack Down</title><content type='html'>Well, there was a little incident at the germ pit today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and I went to the mall (again) and, naturally, we stopped by the playground so I could run around and climb and slide and have fun with the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst I was playing and climbing and sliding and running and having fun, this little kid comes up to me. I was about to be all, "Hey man, what's up", when he walked up and smacked me in the face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his Daddy came up and picked him up and told him he was naughty. All I gotta say is that he was darn lucky his Daddy was there, cuz I would have done a lot more than say he was naughty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Daddy brought him over to Daddy and me and he said "sorry", but the whole time I was giving him a look that said, "Kid, if I EVER see you again, I'm gotta get so far up in your grill you will taste Claire every time you drink from a sippy cup the rest of your toddler years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, I don't need that punk as a friend. I have plenty of friends. In fact, Rosie is coming over to play tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that little puke isn't invited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-2964778731044413583?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2964778731044413583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=2964778731044413583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2964778731044413583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2964778731044413583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2008/12/smack-down.html' title='Smack Down'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-8007808258310168357</id><published>2008-12-09T08:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:00:13.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Weather</title><content type='html'>So, today is Tuesday. Tuesday is the day we go to KinderMusik. But apparently, the people at KinderMusik can't handle a little ice, cuz it was canceled today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make any sense to anybody? Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, just because it rained all night then froze all over everything, that means they gotta cancel class? Did it rain in the KinderMusik class? Is there ice all over the bells? Is Miss Bloom snowed in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if my Daddy can get me there, they should have class. If some kids can't get there, that is their problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-8007808258310168357?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/8007808258310168357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=8007808258310168357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/8007808258310168357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/8007808258310168357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-weather.html' title='Winter Weather'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-3762715345145629726</id><published>2008-12-08T09:31:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:47:39.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa, Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>You aren't going to believe this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was napping on Sunday, a tree grew in our living room. For reals. I woke up from my nap, came out to the living room and there was a tree there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy didn't seem very mad, either, cuz they put lights and stuff all over it. Actually, it looks pretty good. Daddy said we will keep it up until the end of the month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started telling me some story about some old dude in a red suit that was going to show up and later or something, but I wasn't paying attention. I was too interested in "helping" with the tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ST0_DdqXfWI/AAAAAAAAAoI/xsg6q76cmxA/s1600-h/Baby+Claire+810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ST0_DdqXfWI/AAAAAAAAAoI/xsg6q76cmxA/s320/Baby+Claire+810.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277443667082575202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ST1ANl9NLHI/AAAAAAAAAoY/uiYCFoerzXU/s1600-h/baby+claire+809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ST1ANl9NLHI/AAAAAAAAAoY/uiYCFoerzXU/s320/baby+claire+809.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277444940619394162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ST0_ptUAZJI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/-eM5HV8kGlQ/s1600-h/Baby+Claire+805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ST0_ptUAZJI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/-eM5HV8kGlQ/s320/Baby+Claire+805.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277444324118783122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ST1A8wNInYI/AAAAAAAAAog/WU4uy4m8_1M/s1600-h/baby+claire+804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ST1A8wNInYI/AAAAAAAAAog/WU4uy4m8_1M/s320/baby+claire+804.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277445750824410498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-3762715345145629726?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/3762715345145629726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=3762715345145629726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/3762715345145629726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/3762715345145629726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2008/12/whoa-christmas-tree.html' title='Whoa, Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/ST0_DdqXfWI/AAAAAAAAAoI/xsg6q76cmxA/s72-c/Baby+Claire+810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-2073681083476832425</id><published>2008-12-04T09:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:29:33.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Word on the Street</title><content type='html'>You aren't going to believe this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesame Street is no longer on in the morning. It is completely a poopy situation. Daddy made some calls and rolled some heads, and apparently Iowa Public Television is working on transferring over to High Def programming, so they have two channels now. BUT, the one that we get has Sesame Street on at 5 a.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I would just get up early, but Daddy says no matter what is on I am not to get up at 5 a.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is a girl to do? Well, she apparently just has to rely on her Daddy. He figured out that all we have to do is TIVO Sesame Street at 5 a.m., then watch it at 9 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy is pretty smart, cuz it only took him four days to figure that out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Abby and Elmo are in HD.   SWEET!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-2073681083476832425?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2073681083476832425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=2073681083476832425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2073681083476832425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2073681083476832425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-word-on-street.html' title='No Word on the Street'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-8495053335490323822</id><published>2008-12-03T13:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T13:47:30.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookin' Tough</title><content type='html'>So, last night I was running into the office to see Daddy when I accidentally smashed my mouth into the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing serious, but I had a bit of a fat lip. It was mostly gone by morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off I was glad I didn't look like Rocky's baby, but then I realized that a fat lip could be useful. Makes a girl look tough, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been great for Daddy to take me to the Children's Museum with a big 'ol black and blue face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the some kid asked me what happened I could just say, "Some little boy wouldn't let me play with the toys I wanted...  you done with that giraffe puppet?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-8495053335490323822?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/8495053335490323822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=8495053335490323822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/8495053335490323822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/8495053335490323822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2008/12/lookin-tough.html' title='Lookin&apos; Tough'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1560237706384142627.post-2624484654494391147</id><published>2008-12-02T13:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:19:27.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Daze</title><content type='html'>While we were gone, Mommy and Daddy must have arranged to have some snow delivered to our yard, cuz it was all covered when we got back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, Daddy wrestled me into my new snowsuit, threw on the new boots and we went outside to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time playing in the snow, and it was worth the wait. It's a little different than normal. You can't move quite as well when you are all bundled up, but it is worth it because all that snow is cold. Luckily, Mommy made me some mittens that kept my hands toasty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy taught me how to throw snowballs, and that was really fun. If you throw them at the wall in back, they stick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we tried to make a snowman, but there wasn't a lot of snow, so it was kinda little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's OK, I'm little too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/STWHew3ux6I/AAAAAAAAAnw/yX2WIq5T3bs/s1600-h/Snow+2+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/STWHew3ux6I/AAAAAAAAAnw/yX2WIq5T3bs/s320/Snow+2+(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275271501118883746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/STWJOu_3GWI/AAAAAAAAAn4/u9Ln-6l-OAQ/s1600-h/Snow+2+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/STWJOu_3GWI/AAAAAAAAAn4/u9Ln-6l-OAQ/s320/Snow+2+(8).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275273424761461090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/STWJlkJgbMI/AAAAAAAAAoA/CNGMSRPS9kw/s1600-h/Snow+2+(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/STWJlkJgbMI/AAAAAAAAAoA/CNGMSRPS9kw/s320/Snow+2+(11).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275273816986119362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1560237706384142627-2624484654494391147?l=clairemiranda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/feeds/2624484654494391147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1560237706384142627&amp;postID=2624484654494391147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2624484654494391147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1560237706384142627/posts/default/2624484654494391147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clairemiranda.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-daze.html' title='Snow Daze'/><author><name>Baby Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03360991214707713376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/Ro1KxaDaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6X08yAmLSJs/s320/TGS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJug8_CbuZ8/STWHew3ux6I/AAAAAAAAAnw/yX2WIq5T3bs/s72-c/Snow+2+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
