<?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-13542143</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:16:35.967-06:00</updated><category term='Talking'/><category term='Teething'/><category term='boo boo'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Sleep'/><category term='Pics'/><title type='text'>Tori The Squirmy Worm</title><subtitle type='html'>Our Daughter's Life Chronicled</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>544</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-8349606461968197248</id><published>2012-01-21T13:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T13:21:12.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shy GlobeTrotter Fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V0jMFepoOGg/TxsPCNaDZYI/AAAAAAAAAv4/edkVdBuSs7U/s1600/100_6029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V0jMFepoOGg/TxsPCNaDZYI/AAAAAAAAAv4/edkVdBuSs7U/s400/100_6029.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tori wasn't sure what to make of goingto the Globetrotter's game. &amp;nbsp;Like Christian, she didn't know muchabout them either. &amp;nbsp;She liked the show, but her favorite part washalf-time when local dancers came out and did flips, hula-hoops and tumbling.&amp;nbsp;When I asked her after we got home if she wanted to take a classto learn how to do that, she said no. &amp;nbsp;She's just as shy as her brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This was demonstrated the most duringthe game. &amp;nbsp;Flight Time came and wanted to sit by her. &amp;nbsp;At firstshe didn't scoot over and he almost sat on her, but I pulled her over intime so he could sit between her and the kid next to her&lt;a href="http://www.printroom.com/ViewGalleryPhoto.asp?evgroupid=0&amp;amp;userid=HGT&amp;amp;gallery_id=2932730&amp;amp;image_id=29&amp;amp;pos=32" target="_blank"&gt; (seen here - Best viewed as an image download)&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;FlightTime asked her name, she didn't answer, so I told him as Tori leaned fartheraway from him. &amp;nbsp;A few seconds later he asked if she could help him!&amp;nbsp;Tori could be part of the show! &amp;nbsp;What kid wouldn't want that?&amp;nbsp;Tori is that kid. &amp;nbsp;She said no, so Flight Time moved on downthe aisle to another girl. &amp;nbsp;After Flight Time and the girls segmentwas over, I asked Tori if she wished she had done it and she still saidno. &amp;nbsp;She could've skipped with them, gotten a ball and had them spinthe basketball on her finger. &amp;nbsp;The little girl also ended up in thepaper, but none of that mattered to Tori. &amp;nbsp;She was happy not participating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Like her brother Tori talked about thegame for 2 days. &amp;nbsp;They talked the Before Care's supervisor's earsoff. &amp;nbsp;It seems like it was a good experience all around and next time,I'm sure they'll enjoy it more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-8349606461968197248?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/8349606461968197248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=8349606461968197248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/8349606461968197248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/8349606461968197248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2012/01/shy-globetrotter-fan.html' title='Shy GlobeTrotter Fan'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V0jMFepoOGg/TxsPCNaDZYI/AAAAAAAAAv4/edkVdBuSs7U/s72-c/100_6029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-2789557452982104706</id><published>2012-01-13T21:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T21:44:34.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Improving In So Many Ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CanjUMcuTdg/TxD6DkehrvI/AAAAAAAAAvo/1oZ283hQS-I/s1600/100_6043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CanjUMcuTdg/TxD6DkehrvI/AAAAAAAAAvo/1oZ283hQS-I/s320/100_6043.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tori is the Student of the Week this week. We found out before break, so it wasn’t much of a surprise. What is surprising is her vast improvement in skills. Her handwriting has improved tremendously, and she is catching on to her spelling words much faster. She is reading better, too, and she is now doing a lot of her homework on her own. By the time second grade rolls around, she should be much more self-sufficient as far as homework goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-2789557452982104706?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/2789557452982104706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=2789557452982104706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2789557452982104706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2789557452982104706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2012/01/improving-in-so-many-ways.html' title='Improving In So Many Ways'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CanjUMcuTdg/TxD6DkehrvI/AAAAAAAAAvo/1oZ283hQS-I/s72-c/100_6043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-6223736655398246416</id><published>2012-01-04T17:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T17:58:45.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tori's Best Gift</title><content type='html'>Tori loves all of her gifts, but her favorite seems to be the little purple alarm clock from Santa. Huts set it for her, and lucky for us, Tori uses it. She gets up, turns it off and gets dressed. No more having to wake her up. Unfortunately, we forgot to turn it off the day we got back and it woke her up bright and early on Saturday morning. Poor girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Tori has six dollhouses now, plus some smaller buildings, allowing her to nearly have her own town. We call it Toriville, but she hasn’t taken to that name yet. She’s got all kinds of dolls and critters residing in her town with furniture and cars of all types. The LaLaLoopseys are mixed in with the dolls, turtles, raccoons, etc. It’s pretty crazy and often turns into a huge mess—which she detests cleaning up. Huts and I have a great time sorting and putting things away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-6223736655398246416?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/6223736655398246416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=6223736655398246416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/6223736655398246416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/6223736655398246416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2012/01/toris-best-gift.html' title='Tori&apos;s Best Gift'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-2591721926417961720</id><published>2011-12-12T19:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T19:22:38.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QS1GN9BIJKs/TuaoyRt4sNI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/zeaACQ-azJU/s1600/100_5835.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QS1GN9BIJKs/TuaoyRt4sNI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/zeaACQ-azJU/s400/100_5835.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After weeks of bugging Tori about wiggling her teeth, they finally came out. She was eating an apple when they fell out, one after other, saving a trip to the dentist. Like her brother, she was scared it was going to hurt, but it didn’t, and now we are hoping she does better next time. Her permanent teeth were moving in already, right behind the baby teeth, so she won’t even have any gaps. She got $5 for her efforts, although she missed the tooth fairy—sneaky little fairy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori is all set for Christmas, and her heart longs for another dollhouse. She’s got a town building up in her room! She and I have a date Friday night to watch Frosty with a bowl of popcorn. Maybe Christian and Eli will join us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-2591721926417961720?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/2591721926417961720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=2591721926417961720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2591721926417961720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2591721926417961720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for Christmas'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QS1GN9BIJKs/TuaoyRt4sNI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/zeaACQ-azJU/s72-c/100_5835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-5634862926719926134</id><published>2011-12-08T18:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T18:10:27.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Boo-Boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUKlZ-hXgiU/TuFR5ptnfhI/AAAAAAAAAug/xcmHTnJV63M/s1600/100_5921.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUKlZ-hXgiU/TuFR5ptnfhI/AAAAAAAAAug/xcmHTnJV63M/s320/100_5921.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I messed up Tuesday morning and slit my hand. As I pulled a bag from an upper cabinet, my really sharp bread knife came with it. The result—six stitches to close up a gap at the base of my pointer finger. I kept the wound covered most of the day. When Tori got home, she noticed the bandage right away. I told her what happened and let her look at it. She was grossed out by the stitches and the dried blood, and she let me know it. She is also fascinated by it, however, as she keeps asking for a look at it. She says she wants to become a doctor, but I don’t know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-5634862926719926134?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/5634862926719926134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=5634862926719926134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5634862926719926134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5634862926719926134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/12/moms-boo-boo.html' title='Mom&apos;s Boo-Boo'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUKlZ-hXgiU/TuFR5ptnfhI/AAAAAAAAAug/xcmHTnJV63M/s72-c/100_5921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-5882666748781806457</id><published>2011-12-05T17:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T18:00:51.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Sleep Perchance to Stay Up Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EwhbyyncUYM/Tt1aDTvk-qI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/4ufKeATUq0o/s1600/100_5941.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EwhbyyncUYM/Tt1aDTvk-qI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/4ufKeATUq0o/s320/100_5941.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Generally Tori has been a bear in the mornings and a whiner at night before going to bed. &amp;nbsp;Recently she's begun to understand, the better she is the more privileges she gets. &amp;nbsp;This past 2 weeks, she's been allowed to stay up 30 minutes later to play at night during school because she has been getting up in a decent mood and not throwing a fit about it. &amp;nbsp;She's also improved in how fast she gets up. &amp;nbsp;It used to take us 15 minutes to get her up, dressed and out of bed, leaving not time for breakfast. &amp;nbsp;So she would eat breakfast at school. &amp;nbsp;The last couple of weeks, she's been getting up and dressed and able to eat breakfast before we leave. &amp;nbsp;It is a Christmas Miracle! &amp;nbsp;I don't know if she'll keep it up, but we hope she will. &amp;nbsp;She's also stopped whining about things so much. &amp;nbsp;She doesn't throw as many tantrums as she used to and is easier to put to bed. &amp;nbsp;Maybe she's growing up a little bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-5882666748781806457?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/5882666748781806457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=5882666748781806457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5882666748781806457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5882666748781806457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/12/to-sleep-perchance-to-stay-up-late.html' title='To Sleep Perchance to Stay Up Late'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EwhbyyncUYM/Tt1aDTvk-qI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/4ufKeATUq0o/s72-c/100_5941.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-7693924994400852262</id><published>2011-11-12T11:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T11:29:36.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDhyyUU4E0Q/Tr6s4wSw9pI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Tefa4LsizV4/s1600/100_5929.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDhyyUU4E0Q/Tr6s4wSw9pI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Tefa4LsizV4/s400/100_5929.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tori was invited to a party this weekend, and she is VERY excited about it. She has mentioned it several times, and she has asked us time and time again when it is. It is Sunday afternoon, and we're guessing she will get up early and get dressed, although the party is not until noon! On another note, we got an I-pad, and the oldest two are all over it. They love using it, and I don't think Huts and I have been able to use it for more than half an hour. Tori especially loves the Crayola program on it and kicked off her day off school this morning doing that. No doubt Christian has played with it all day at home. They are tech savvy and they are not even in their teens yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-7693924994400852262?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7693924994400852262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=7693924994400852262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7693924994400852262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7693924994400852262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/11/party.html' title='Party!'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDhyyUU4E0Q/Tr6s4wSw9pI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Tefa4LsizV4/s72-c/100_5929.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-7096943331932399621</id><published>2011-11-02T18:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T18:55:47.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kIkjbycFzRA/TrHYNp-BkCI/AAAAAAAAAtE/hbIepK2i1aY/s1600/100_5952.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kIkjbycFzRA/TrHYNp-BkCI/AAAAAAAAAtE/hbIepK2i1aY/s320/100_5952.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tori was a spider queen, and she loved every moment. She went trick-or-treating twice, and when that was over, she checked out all of the trick-or-treaters at the door. She zipped around, eating candy until it was time for bed. One night of rest was not enough, however, and Tori went to bed very early on Tuesday night. She woke up this morning happy as a clam, ready for a day of school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ydOL4MUJaQs/TrHYOAnbBzI/AAAAAAAAAtM/GAZz99fEiqA/s1600/100_5959.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ydOL4MUJaQs/TrHYOAnbBzI/AAAAAAAAAtM/GAZz99fEiqA/s320/100_5959.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XsVM-8kkY3o/TrHYO4fahkI/AAAAAAAAAtU/fDUTA-EDxuc/s1600/100_5960.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XsVM-8kkY3o/TrHYO4fahkI/AAAAAAAAAtU/fDUTA-EDxuc/s320/100_5960.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-7096943331932399621?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7096943331932399621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=7096943331932399621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7096943331932399621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7096943331932399621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/11/tired-one.html' title='Tired One'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kIkjbycFzRA/TrHYNp-BkCI/AAAAAAAAAtE/hbIepK2i1aY/s72-c/100_5952.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-1217725500685594233</id><published>2011-10-14T20:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T20:57:25.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-plucZiU5axc/Tpjoddq78UI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0GtbOuPomIw/s1600/100_5889.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-plucZiU5axc/Tpjoddq78UI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0GtbOuPomIw/s320/100_5889.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Of course, Tori wants one, but even she admits that she wouldn’t like to share anything with a sister. There are perks to being the only girl. Tori makes up for her lack of a sister with her dolls. She has tons of sisters that she hauls around the house and yard and plops wherever. When she found out she was having a girl cousin in November, the little one became her cousin-sister too. She is excited to have another girl cousin and can’t wait to meet her. Too bad we don’t live closer because Tori would surely take this new little baby under her wing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-1217725500685594233?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/1217725500685594233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=1217725500685594233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/1217725500685594233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/1217725500685594233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/10/baby-sister.html' title='Baby Sister'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-plucZiU5axc/Tpjoddq78UI/AAAAAAAAAsE/0GtbOuPomIw/s72-c/100_5889.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-7797761194536892494</id><published>2011-09-20T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T20:05:11.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Fly With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-339qr5CFlC0/TnkywAAeyBI/AAAAAAAAArc/59yskU1579Y/s1600/100_5831.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-339qr5CFlC0/TnkywAAeyBI/AAAAAAAAArc/59yskU1579Y/s320/100_5831.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;Tori is now a seasoned flyer. &amp;nbsp;Wetook 4 plane trips to Portland and back a few weeks ago and she had a greattime. &amp;nbsp;We got in late and had a hard time getting back to the hotel,so we got to the hotel around 3 am our time. &amp;nbsp;She got a 2 hour napon the 2nd flight and loved the in flight music selection. &amp;nbsp;She wasn'tinterested in the kung fu panda movie though. &amp;nbsp;She slept in late andwent flower picking with all the girls and had some lunch. &amp;nbsp;Then backfor a quick nap before the rehearsal and dinner. &amp;nbsp;She had pizza fordinner that night and had fun playing with her cousins and other kids.&amp;nbsp;We tried breakfast again in the morning at the hotel, but the kidsweren't into it, so we walked to BK and had breakfast there. &amp;nbsp;We alsohad lunch at Elmers, which wasn't bad, but the kids needed a nap. &amp;nbsp;Toriand the girls took a decent nap and got ready for the wedding. &amp;nbsp;Theyall got to blow bubbles in the procession and were good for the ceremonyand pictures. &amp;nbsp;They had a blast at the reception as you can see below.&amp;nbsp;We left a little early since we had an early flight and I took Toriand her cousins back to the hotel to get some sleep. &amp;nbsp;They playedfor a little bit and watched the cat and the hat and zonked out for thenight. &amp;nbsp;I warned Tori the night before that we were getting up earlyand she'd have to get up when I woke her. &amp;nbsp;She got up, but was tiredand crying a bit. &amp;nbsp;Once we got on the flight, she was ok. &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately,there wasn't any entertainment on the way back, but she still enjoyed theflights and only got a little ancy on the last flight waiting for it toland. &amp;nbsp;It took a day or so to recover from being exhausted, but sheOverall, she had a good time and loved flying. &amp;nbsp;She can't wait toget on a plane again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TwQsFCroYio/Tl2O2S3oHBI/AAAAAAAAArE/fRDvv6ulTtI/s320/100_5567.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646826571221703698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tori went for a checkup yesterday, along with Eli, and sadly, they had  to get shots. I thought there shot days were over, but it turns out  there are a couple of new shots. Tori, apparently, took it in stride,  not even crying about it. She came home with a bright pink band-aid and  stickers. She is doing well and growing fine. Eli, too. Unlike his big  sister, he did cry. By the time I saw him, however, he was doing well  with his band-aided leg. He told it hurt, and that was that. My babies  are all grown up. I don’t even have a toddler anymore. Sad, but not sad  enough for us to want another kid. We are done! The sight of infants  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t even move us anymore. Travis is having a girl in November, and  while Huts and I look forward to meeting her and holding her, we also  look forward to handing her back! We are so done with babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-7670000520053556558?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7670000520053556558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=7670000520053556558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7670000520053556558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7670000520053556558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/08/shot-time.html' title='Shot Time'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TwQsFCroYio/Tl2O2S3oHBI/AAAAAAAAArE/fRDvv6ulTtI/s72-c/100_5567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-1148973357488841459</id><published>2011-08-23T20:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T20:13:49.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Camper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rAICnA_oSHY/TlRQRD8a0uI/AAAAAAAAAqs/8rRgT6IW_Zs/s1600/100_5631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rAICnA_oSHY/TlRQRD8a0uI/AAAAAAAAAqs/8rRgT6IW_Zs/s320/100_5631.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644224487048794850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unlike her brother, Tori was a pure delight on the first day of school.  She got up without a fuss and talked non-stop at breakfast, though she  was a little teary when she learned there would be new kids in her  class. Huts took her to her line, and they found it right away. After  the fuss with Christian, I walked over to Tori and gave her a big hug.  She was so excited to be there and even more so when she got off the  bus. “That was fun!” she echoed Christian as we walked across the  street. She had a great first day. The only downer was the 15 minutes of  reading with her dad. She was not interested in that at all, but she  survived and we will do it again tonight! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-1148973357488841459?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/1148973357488841459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=1148973357488841459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/1148973357488841459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/1148973357488841459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-camper.html' title='Happy Camper'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rAICnA_oSHY/TlRQRD8a0uI/AAAAAAAAAqs/8rRgT6IW_Zs/s72-c/100_5631.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-1454579581605314757</id><published>2011-08-21T15:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T15:54:19.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for School</title><content type='html'>Tori got a mail teacher, Mr. Jacobson, for her first grade teacher.  She was upset at hearing the news.  She wanted a female teacher.  Once she saw his picture and heard how nice he was, she got excited to start first grade.  She's all ready to go to meet her new friends.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-rtwLpxHBM/TlFuYyH4sSI/AAAAAAAAAqc/dvTJEZXQXHQ/s1600/100_5679.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-v-rtwLpxHBM/TlFuYyH4sSI/AAAAAAAAAqc/dvTJEZXQXHQ/s320/100_5679.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643413180122706210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also got to meet a kindergarten girl named Kayla who lives in our subdivision.  She is getting some of Tori's old school clothes.  They both seemed to like each other and want to play together right away.  Kayla didn't stay long the day she came to check out the clothes, but they both were excited to setup a play date in the future after school gets rolling.  Maybe they'll get to play together soon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a couple weeks, Tori gets to take her first flight to Portland for her Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Samm's&lt;/span&gt; Wedding.  She's a bit scared about the flights, but she'll be fine after the first short leg of our trip is over.  She'll get to dress up and fawned over at the wedding, so she'll be fine once we get there.  The trip back is going to be a bit more difficult.  We have an early flight and Tori is not an early bird.  I may be carrying her through the airport zonked out.  Hopefully it goes well and we can do it again in a few years to Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-1454579581605314757?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/1454579581605314757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=1454579581605314757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/1454579581605314757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/1454579581605314757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/08/ready-for-school.html' title='Ready for School'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-rtwLpxHBM/TlFuYyH4sSI/AAAAAAAAAqc/dvTJEZXQXHQ/s72-c/100_5679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-7241207971503915437</id><published>2011-08-09T19:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T19:47:22.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AhkCvrx0wzw/TkHVDl4je4I/AAAAAAAAAqE/67CSiFaFnmc/s1600/100_5718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AhkCvrx0wzw/TkHVDl4je4I/AAAAAAAAAqE/67CSiFaFnmc/s320/100_5718.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639022466130213762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tori does not yet know her teacher for first grade. They are still  sorting everything out. One of the first grade teachers passed away  recently, so that and the coming and going of students has resulted in  some shuffling. Christian promises not to say anything about his teacher  until we know Tori’s. She wants a woman, but there is a possibility  that she will end up with Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jacobsen&lt;/span&gt;. She is terrified of that, but  all will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. She is looking forward to having her own desk and using  all of her new school supplies. Wish her luck! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-7241207971503915437?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7241207971503915437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=7241207971503915437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7241207971503915437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7241207971503915437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/08/tori-does-not-yet-know-her-teacher-for.html' title=''/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AhkCvrx0wzw/TkHVDl4je4I/AAAAAAAAAqE/67CSiFaFnmc/s72-c/100_5718.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-617923901902843926</id><published>2011-07-26T20:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T20:29:24.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Readers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r8bRMs33Ot0/Ti9p6E9u7HI/AAAAAAAAApk/nZ-AEF6mgAE/s1600/100_5618.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r8bRMs33Ot0/Ti9p6E9u7HI/AAAAAAAAApk/nZ-AEF6mgAE/s320/100_5618.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633838105349778546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Along with our trip to the bank, we visited the new library. Christian  was not impressed, but Eli and Tori had a good time looking at the books  and playing with the blocks and puzzles. We spent about an hour there,  much to Christian’s dismay. Tori brought home a book about Olivia—she is  on an Olivia kick right now. She has the house that turns into a pirate  ship and the family. She also watches Olivia every chance she gets!  Anyway, the book she borrowed folds out, and she has done a good job of  keeping it away from Eli. Way to go, Tori!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-617923901902843926?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/617923901902843926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=617923901902843926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/617923901902843926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/617923901902843926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/07/readers.html' title='Readers'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r8bRMs33Ot0/Ti9p6E9u7HI/AAAAAAAAApk/nZ-AEF6mgAE/s72-c/100_5618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-5603608231399208302</id><published>2011-07-05T18:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T18:13:53.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowww!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yxsAB7xW_2E/ThOapLQ0NjI/AAAAAAAAApM/Ux4OB4mXNps/s1600/100_5553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yxsAB7xW_2E/ThOapLQ0NjI/AAAAAAAAApM/Ux4OB4mXNps/s320/100_5553.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626010391704516146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took the kids to a ball game late on Sunday night to catch the  fireworks show. Tori had a blast. She got some fries, played at the  playground and watched the fireworks show in awe! She loved every boom,  unlike Christian who slunk down into his seat and covered his ears. She  thought it was spectacular and watched most of it with her mouth open in  awe! She had started to tire out, but the fireworks woke her up and she  was oh so ready for more once we got home. She played outside for an  hour lighting up the night with sparklers and went to bed after  midnight! This morning, she was a bit tired but happy to go off to the  sitter’s with toys in tow for whomever else might be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-5603608231399208302?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/5603608231399208302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=5603608231399208302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5603608231399208302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5603608231399208302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/07/wowww.html' title='Wowww!'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yxsAB7xW_2E/ThOapLQ0NjI/AAAAAAAAApM/Ux4OB4mXNps/s72-c/100_5553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-8000748829881329735</id><published>2011-06-27T20:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T20:36:50.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p5TTF2b10f0/Tgkv_Et2ugI/AAAAAAAAAos/TwYR3IneBe8/s1600/100_5557.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p5TTF2b10f0/Tgkv_Et2ugI/AAAAAAAAAos/TwYR3IneBe8/s320/100_5557.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623078370393111042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;12 was the magic number for the birthday party on Friday night. Owen  showed up to play with Christian, and Tori had nine little girls to play  with. There were also a few parents who stuck around to help. They  played for an hour bouncing on nearly everything, and then they were off  to the green room for pizza, ice cream and cake. Most must have eaten  beforehand because there was quite a bit left. Oh well. Tori opened her  presents, got a hug from Monkey Joe and took off for another half hour  of play. Shop closed up at 8, and we were back home by 8:30 with three  tired kids and a sack of presents. Many thanks to all who made this  birthday so special for Miss Tori.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-8000748829881329735?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/8000748829881329735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=8000748829881329735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/8000748829881329735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/8000748829881329735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/06/birthday-party.html' title='Birthday Party'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p5TTF2b10f0/Tgkv_Et2ugI/AAAAAAAAAos/TwYR3IneBe8/s72-c/100_5557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-6837734603313083632</id><published>2011-06-20T17:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T17:03:32.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diva Turns 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRQhn2OE3so/Tf_DpInJv8I/AAAAAAAAAoU/h9W9RWsZgNg/s1600/100_5545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRQhn2OE3so/Tf_DpInJv8I/AAAAAAAAAoU/h9W9RWsZgNg/s320/100_5545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620425971435421634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tori’s birthday was this Friday, and she had a blast shopping at the toy  store. She collected all of her money—thanks to everyone who  contributed—and bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pillow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Featherbed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Loopsy&lt;/span&gt; doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four mini &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Loopsy&lt;/span&gt; dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Loopsy&lt;/span&gt; doll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;treehouse&lt;/span&gt; (NEW!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Loopsy&lt;/span&gt; cat to dress up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Zoobles&lt;/span&gt; carrying case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Zoobles&lt;/span&gt; figures—for those of you who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;aren&lt;/span&gt;’t familiar with these, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Zoobles&lt;/span&gt; are like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Bakugans&lt;/span&gt; for girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monster High &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Jeckyll&lt;/span&gt; and Hyde dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori is all set and spent much of this weekend playing with her new  loot in her room. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t realize it, but this Friday is her party  and she is sure to receive a few more gifts, including the cat above  that she had me wrap for her party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Lalas&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Zoobles&lt;/span&gt; came in, and out went the majority of  the My Little Pony stuff. Tori is growing up, and her interests along  with it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-6837734603313083632?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/6837734603313083632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=6837734603313083632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/6837734603313083632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/6837734603313083632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/06/diva-turns-6.html' title='Diva Turns 6'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRQhn2OE3so/Tf_DpInJv8I/AAAAAAAAAoU/h9W9RWsZgNg/s72-c/100_5545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-1362719110046359231</id><published>2011-06-13T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T19:33:46.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B2_EFDliqtU/TfasXfyWNyI/AAAAAAAAAnw/3YUWnMJbaqM/s1600/100_5570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B2_EFDliqtU/TfasXfyWNyI/AAAAAAAAAnw/3YUWnMJbaqM/s320/100_5570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617867104860911394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It’s hard to believe, but Tori is turning 6 on  Friday! She is getting so big now. Not only does she have her own way  of doing things, but she is starting to talk like an older kid, telling  us jokes and relaying stories of her friends. She even went to camp by  herself this morning—yes, she was a bit scared but off she went without  big brother Ollie.&lt;div style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;She  is fortunate enough to come from a big family, which means she will be  receiving quite a bit of birthday money. This is presenting a problem in  the shopping—she can’t make up her mind what she wants to buy. More  than likely, some of it will go into savings until a later date. Got to  make sure she leaves something for Mom and Dad to get her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Out  of all the people she gets cards from, Aunt Lucy and Lily (not Brent,  sorry Brent) are her favorite. She looks forward to their card—probably  because Lucy was the first to send her a musical card that she  remembers. Lucy also sends gift cards, which Tori adores! Thanks, Aunt  Lucy, and to everyone else who sends Tori a card or gives her a call.  She loves to talk on the phone and will not doubt be pleased with  everyone who calls her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-1362719110046359231?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/1362719110046359231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=1362719110046359231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/1362719110046359231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/1362719110046359231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/06/birthday-girl_13.html' title='Birthday Girl'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B2_EFDliqtU/TfasXfyWNyI/AAAAAAAAAnw/3YUWnMJbaqM/s72-c/100_5570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-1263709299005820802</id><published>2011-06-02T20:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T20:21:59.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CVt33BWwvCw/Teg3JeLMo5I/AAAAAAAAAnU/OAc79FI-MaY/s1600/100_5503.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CVt33BWwvCw/Teg3JeLMo5I/AAAAAAAAAnU/OAc79FI-MaY/s320/100_5503.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613797571375702930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tori will turn 6 on Father’s Day weekend, and yesterday, we booked a  party for her at Monkey Joe’s. In addition to two hours of playtime,  Tori will get pizza, cake, ice cream, a gift and goodies bags for  everyone. She is not thrilled that she gets the green room for her  party, but she will live. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aren&lt;/span&gt;’t sending out invitations until school  is out to avoid the hoopla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we can’t have the party on her birthday, we are going to have a  little party of our home. Tori gets to choose where she wants to eat,  and we’ll get her some gifts. I haven’t asked her if she wants to pick  out her own gifts. We’ll see. Anyway, she is looking forward to her big  days and will probably drive us crazier the closer we get to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-1263709299005820802?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/1263709299005820802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=1263709299005820802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/1263709299005820802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/1263709299005820802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/06/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CVt33BWwvCw/Teg3JeLMo5I/AAAAAAAAAnU/OAc79FI-MaY/s72-c/100_5503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-7469750195499393589</id><published>2011-05-25T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T19:47:36.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uWYVsyzzGp0/Td2jIpHazHI/AAAAAAAAAm8/o2EdM5K6vr4/s1600/100_5490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uWYVsyzzGp0/Td2jIpHazHI/AAAAAAAAAm8/o2EdM5K6vr4/s320/100_5490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610820079644757106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tori has been asking for a lot of new toys lately.  We didn't really know why because she got toys often enough to placate her.  We found out why this past week why she was asking for more toys.  Usually the kids take toys to before care to play with in addition to the toys they have there.  Apparently Tori's "friends" like them so much that they decide to take them home with them.  They tell Tori that they don't get new toys or toys that are that pretty, so they are going to take them home.  Once we found this out, Tresa discussed it with Tori and they decided that it would be best not to bring toys to before care for the rest of the school year (about 3 weeks).  Tori seemed happy with this arrangement and hasn't asked about taking toys to school since she decided.  She seems to be happy about the whole thing and so far her "friends" haven't said anything that we know of.  She's such a nice girl that she couldn't say no.  We may have to work on that a bit as she gets older, but for a 5 year old, its pretty much expected.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-7469750195499393589?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7469750195499393589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=7469750195499393589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7469750195499393589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7469750195499393589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/05/please.html' title='Please'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uWYVsyzzGp0/Td2jIpHazHI/AAAAAAAAAm8/o2EdM5K6vr4/s72-c/100_5490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-758148759908810822</id><published>2011-05-19T15:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T15:20:00.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esUc84zhWcQ/TdV7aBQF2GI/AAAAAAAAAmk/pqPmMHAFyEI/s1600/100_5466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esUc84zhWcQ/TdV7aBQF2GI/AAAAAAAAAmk/pqPmMHAFyEI/s320/100_5466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608524597902563426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike her brother, Tori LOVES her new bed. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t wait for us  to get it together, and unfortunately for her, we started with  Christian’s first. By the time we got it together and everything put  away, it was lunchtime. Poor Tori. She so wanted her bed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we got it together, and we started putting things away.  Tori was a huge help. She carried in all of her clothes from the family  room and put everything where she wanted it under her bed. She loves her  new space under her bed and tacked up a blanket not too long after so  she could have a real hideout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been no complaints from her about the height, not even  when I was helping her get dressed this morning. The beds are a little  harder to make, but she is happily doing her best. Whew! One child  satisfied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-758148759908810822?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/758148759908810822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=758148759908810822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/758148759908810822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/758148759908810822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/05/sleeping-pretty.html' title='Sleeping Pretty'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esUc84zhWcQ/TdV7aBQF2GI/AAAAAAAAAmk/pqPmMHAFyEI/s72-c/100_5466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-8259608833541729548</id><published>2011-05-10T18:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T18:01:58.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f-Y-k12QPVU/TcnD3mAQ3EI/AAAAAAAAAmM/9vTlB3swUBY/s1600/100_5496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f-Y-k12QPVU/TcnD3mAQ3EI/AAAAAAAAAmM/9vTlB3swUBY/s320/100_5496.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605226571101166658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tori has been waiting all year to go on a class field trip, and  yesterday was the day. She visited a farm and saw lots of animals. She  had much to tell us yesterday, and she can’t wait for the next field  trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, she had lost interest in dancing and is now into  MAD. She loves to watch the show with Christian. It keeps them laughing  and they always come downstairs with recaps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-8259608833541729548?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/8259608833541729548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=8259608833541729548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/8259608833541729548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/8259608833541729548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/05/field-trip-finally.html' title='Field Trip Finally'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f-Y-k12QPVU/TcnD3mAQ3EI/AAAAAAAAAmM/9vTlB3swUBY/s72-c/100_5496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-7087472610730920818</id><published>2011-05-04T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T18:07:26.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4y57aylhDk/TcHcHJQRQmI/AAAAAAAAAl0/PKqaD5ci0nY/s1600/100_5490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4y57aylhDk/TcHcHJQRQmI/AAAAAAAAAl0/PKqaD5ci0nY/s320/100_5490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603001426726961762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Things have been crazy around our house lately. Grandma Vickie is in  the hospital—has been since last Wednesday. She is still in ICU so the  kids cannot visit her. Tori did tell me to tell Grandma that she loves  her. They may transfer her today. If so, the kids and I may be visiting  Grandma tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to that, we’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been preparing for our subdivision’s yard  sale. We thought it might be this Saturday, but the sign never went up.  Then we got a notice in the mail that it was this Saturday, so we have  to set up for it. Good thing we have everything priced and moved  downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Frank is also coming down to see Grandma Vickie, so we have to  get ready for that. Tori is hoping he brings his girlfriend’s daughter  Destiny. We have grocery shopping to do, and the kids’ rooms are a mess  because they are getting new furniture next week and their old furniture  is going into the yard sale. Tori and I worked on that this morning,  shoving her doll stuff into a laundry basket for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy, busy, busy, and Tori is looking the part. She is very tired,  but hopefully she will pep up as soon as she gets to see Grandma and  gets her new bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-7087472610730920818?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7087472610730920818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=7087472610730920818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7087472610730920818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7087472610730920818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/05/busy-week.html' title='Busy Week'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4y57aylhDk/TcHcHJQRQmI/AAAAAAAAAl0/PKqaD5ci0nY/s72-c/100_5490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-6845743593702810813</id><published>2011-04-27T15:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T15:04:21.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Dollhouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GmCaMf_3Eo/Tbh2tCjM6nI/AAAAAAAAAks/ep_KN1wl8OY/s1600/100_5537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GmCaMf_3Eo/Tbh2tCjM6nI/AAAAAAAAAks/ep_KN1wl8OY/s320/100_5537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600356652785920626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was the highlight of Tori’s Easter—a new purple dollhouse to go  with her pink one. She had more than enough furniture to stock the two  and made some steps out of Legos. The house is small enough for her to  carry, and she did—to her room, downstairs, upstairs, etc. She says she  is going to put the black family in the new house and the white family  in the old house, but last night, she had all kinds of dolls in the  houses, along with Eli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also got the first-ever boy Lala Loopsy and the Frankie Stein  Monster High doll, plus some play jewelry, tiara, etc. Right away the  clothes came off Patch the Lala Loopsy doll and went onto another Lala  Loopsy. Patch now has on some Builder Bear clothes. Frankie escaped the  clothes switcharoo, but not for long I’m sure. Tori was absolutely  thrilled with her Easter basket—thank you Easter bunny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-6845743593702810813?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/6845743593702810813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=6845743593702810813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/6845743593702810813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/6845743593702810813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-dollhouse.html' title='New Dollhouse'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GmCaMf_3Eo/Tbh2tCjM6nI/AAAAAAAAAks/ep_KN1wl8OY/s72-c/100_5537.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-2733347726701107680</id><published>2011-04-14T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T19:26:23.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Feq1Z_9vXNU/TaeQoBqxsDI/AAAAAAAAAkU/3Z6vzk0fRVg/s1600/100_5374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Feq1Z_9vXNU/TaeQoBqxsDI/AAAAAAAAAkU/3Z6vzk0fRVg/s320/100_5374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595600079348150322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids are back home now and back in school. This week is Spirit Week,  and Tori is having a ball. Today was Fashion Disaster Day and she  dressed for it—yellow shirt, green and purple dress, Hawaiian shorts,  mismatched socks and crazy hair. Christian is sitting this one out, and  tomorrow’s Career Day too. Tori wants to dress up like a fashion  designer, so we’ll see what that entails. Maybe her new pink outfit with  a tape measure or a feather boa around her neck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-2733347726701107680?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/2733347726701107680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=2733347726701107680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2733347726701107680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2733347726701107680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/04/back-home.html' title='Back Home'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Feq1Z_9vXNU/TaeQoBqxsDI/AAAAAAAAAkU/3Z6vzk0fRVg/s72-c/100_5374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-1508683489633281508</id><published>2011-04-07T18:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T18:29:25.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited and Weepy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ajh7RO7rqto/TZ5IyPSh_SI/AAAAAAAAAkE/kuJ_T52ecaE/s1600/100_5370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ajh7RO7rqto/TZ5IyPSh_SI/AAAAAAAAAkE/kuJ_T52ecaE/s320/100_5370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592987815175650594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tori was so excited to go to her grandparents for the weekend, she was up and dressed at 6:45 am on Sunday morning.  Considering she doesn't usually get up until 8 am on weekends and we weren't leaving until 8:30, this was a miracle.  She was ready to go!  On our trip down we stopped for drinks and snacks and I told the kids if they had to go to let me know so we could stop.  About 10 minutes after we stopped in Springfield, Tori told me she had to go.  Luckily there was a rest stop up the road.  We stopped and got out and I told her to meet us by the flag pole when she was done.  Christian and I came out and she was dancing by the flag pole.  She exclaimed "ha ha I didn't have to go".  So we stopped for nothing!  We hit the road for the rest of the haul and the kids were excited to try the head phones that came with our car so they could hear the movie, while I could listen to anything else but the movie!  We got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wentzville&lt;/span&gt; and the kids had lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt;.  Tori showed her Grandparents her color book and they were off.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;We called Tuesday to check on the kids and they were having a blast with their cousins.  Tori talked to us and got a little weepy when I was talking to her.  She missed us a little bit, but I'm sure she perked right up after I got off the phone with her.  They had a big week planned and it sounded like it was in full swing!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-1508683489633281508?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/1508683489633281508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=1508683489633281508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/1508683489633281508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/1508683489633281508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/04/excited-and-weepy.html' title='Excited and Weepy'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ajh7RO7rqto/TZ5IyPSh_SI/AAAAAAAAAkE/kuJ_T52ecaE/s72-c/100_5370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-5322378748899900696</id><published>2011-04-02T10:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T10:06:55.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Time</title><content type='html'>Christian and Tori are headed to Marie and Steve’s this Sunday for a  whole week. Lucky for them, the weather is going to be good, if not  great. Eli is not going though he keeps saying “I go.” He would miss  Mommy and Daddy way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori is the most excited. She can’t wait to spend some time with her  grandparents and cousins. She thought she was leaving tomorrow and got  really excited. I don’t know if we will be able to contain her  excitement tomorrow. We have clothes to wash and bags to pack. She will  probably be over the moon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-5322378748899900696?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/5322378748899900696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=5322378748899900696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5322378748899900696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5322378748899900696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/04/almost-time.html' title='Almost Time'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-1710662228023865430</id><published>2011-03-26T14:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T14:15:22.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Loves Tori</title><content type='html'>We met with Tori’s teacher, and she had nothing but good things to say  about Tori. She is a real delight, and all of the first grade teachers  want her in their class next year. She has mastered most of the skills  and is working on her numbers to 100—moving from one group to another,  69 to 70, and saying them backwards. We were thrilled to find out how  well she is doing and got Chinese for dinner to celebrate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-1710662228023865430?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/1710662228023865430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=1710662228023865430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/1710662228023865430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/1710662228023865430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/03/everyone-loves-tori.html' title='Everyone Loves Tori'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-2215265843457842996</id><published>2011-03-23T18:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T18:02:40.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVhAG-qC8Uo/TYp79HYLeJI/AAAAAAAAAjk/1qCcHZVUUIg/s1600/100_5143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVhAG-qC8Uo/TYp79HYLeJI/AAAAAAAAAjk/1qCcHZVUUIg/s320/100_5143.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587414577589221522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DWTS started last night, and Tori couldn’t wait. She was all excited  when the first pair came on and danced her way around the living room.  Huts and I looked at each other at one point and said she needs to be in  a dance class. Today I am going to look into some dance classes. I  might find her one soon. She also wants to go to camp this summer, so  we’ll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-2215265843457842996?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/2215265843457842996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=2215265843457842996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2215265843457842996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2215265843457842996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/03/dancing-queen.html' title='Dancing Queen'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVhAG-qC8Uo/TYp79HYLeJI/AAAAAAAAAjk/1qCcHZVUUIg/s72-c/100_5143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-6881282304159251654</id><published>2011-03-18T19:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T19:26:40.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Just The Way They Are</title><content type='html'>Christian and Tori go to latchkey run by the Y every morning and  afternoon. With Mom living with us, they could ride the bus, but they  don’t want to. They like going to latchkey; the people there take good  care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids receive an afternoon snack at latchkey, and yesterday, Huts  and I brought in drinks and cupcakes in lieu of their usual snack. The  kids loved that, and the staff was all over us. Guess we’re the first  parents to bring in snacks. They were so grateful that Tori and I are  going to do it again for Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently when the staff was passing out the items, one of Tori’s  teachers was there. She told the Y people that “that’s just the way they  are.” Tori’s teachers always call us generous. Huts and I never thought  much about it, but I guess we drop by a lot of stuff from wipes to  play-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doh&lt;/span&gt; to cupcakes to goody bags for the party. Just goes to show you  that the smallest efforts mean a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-6881282304159251654?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/6881282304159251654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=6881282304159251654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/6881282304159251654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/6881282304159251654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/03/thats-just-way-they-are.html' title='That&apos;s Just The Way They Are'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-3461138971722386160</id><published>2011-03-17T18:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T18:39:27.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Wants-A-Lot</title><content type='html'>Tori has now decided that she wants another dollhouse, the Manor, so  that she can separate her dollhouse families (one white, one black).  The Easter bunny was going to bring her a handheld game, but now it  looks like he will be bringing her another dollhouse. This one is two  stories with a purple exterior—how lovely next to the pink and green,  three-story Victorian dollhouse she already has. This smaller one is  less expensive—a good thing for the Easter bunny’s wallet. Two  dollhouses seem a little excessive, but at least now, Tori will be able  to put all of that dollhouse furniture to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Tori has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jillion&lt;/span&gt; other things on her list, including  all of the Monster High dolls she does not have. Those can wait until  her birthday, and lucky for us, she will never remember everything she  asked for this Easter. If she did, we would never hear the end of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, we brought in drinks and cupcakes this morning for  the latchkey kids. Nothing green about them—more springy that anything,  but they will have to do. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t even find green plates—&lt;br /&gt;just blue and yellow. And the cupcakes have confetti on them. Oh  well, no one seems to care they have nothing to do with St. Patrick’s  Day. They are just glad to have a cupcake and a drink. Usually all they  get is a bag of crackers as a snack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-3461138971722386160?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/3461138971722386160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=3461138971722386160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/3461138971722386160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/3461138971722386160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/03/miss-wants-lot.html' title='Miss Wants-A-Lot'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-5511860572171515874</id><published>2011-03-10T18:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T18:44:13.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bed Full</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mev7nhlWEmY/TXlwPVPZ9HI/AAAAAAAAAi8/bKeEorBgzDY/s1600/100_5188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mev7nhlWEmY/TXlwPVPZ9HI/AAAAAAAAAi8/bKeEorBgzDY/s320/100_5188.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582616621804549234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori has so many stuffed animals we strung up clothesline around  half of her room for her to hang them from. Last night, she decided to  take all of them down and throw them into the floor. I was going to put  them back up this morning, but then I decided to just pile them on her  bed and leave it to her to do tonight. That should keep her busy for a  while! She’s always looking for something to do, and tonight she will  have plenty to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night did not go smoothly with Tori either. She has several  goals she has to complete for kindergarten. We have been practicing and  made it through much of them. Then she lost focus, and that was that.  She just started guessing on her sight words, and words she had read  just moments before became something else entirely. At this rate, she is  never going to get those sight words down pat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-5511860572171515874?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/5511860572171515874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=5511860572171515874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5511860572171515874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5511860572171515874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/03/tori-has-so-many-stuffed-animals-we.html' title='A Bed Full'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mev7nhlWEmY/TXlwPVPZ9HI/AAAAAAAAAi8/bKeEorBgzDY/s72-c/100_5188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-885941754019646141</id><published>2011-03-08T18:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T18:54:00.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The More Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ayhlPpiW4_s/TXbPoAkdiSI/AAAAAAAAAik/ODPd2lWlsI0/s1600/100_5270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ayhlPpiW4_s/TXbPoAkdiSI/AAAAAAAAAik/ODPd2lWlsI0/s320/100_5270.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581877074426956066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian has just a couple of collections, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Legos&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bionicals&lt;/span&gt;, whereas  his sister has many. Tori likes all kinds of things, and every time we  go out, she tries to get a toy out of us. Like this weekend when we went  to K-mart for a new microwave. They all looked at toys, and Tori  decided she wanted another monster doll. She already has two, which she  rarely plays with, so that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she figured out that she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t getting anything, she changed  to the Easter tune. Can you put this on the list for the Easter bunny?  (The kids usually get a couple of toys for Easter.) She has quite the  list going, but lucky for us, she will forget most of it and be happy  with whatever the Easter bunny brings her—the last two mini &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LaLaLoopsy&lt;/span&gt;  dolls and a handheld game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-885941754019646141?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/885941754019646141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=885941754019646141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/885941754019646141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/885941754019646141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/03/more-girl.html' title='The More Girl'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ayhlPpiW4_s/TXbPoAkdiSI/AAAAAAAAAik/ODPd2lWlsI0/s72-c/100_5270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-7713153999057464891</id><published>2011-02-28T18:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T18:34:54.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beds? Perhaps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j_ZvgOakrh0/TWw_JpGIL-I/AAAAAAAAAiM/x0D5gAmroQM/s1600/100_5283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j_ZvgOakrh0/TWw_JpGIL-I/AAAAAAAAAiM/x0D5gAmroQM/s320/100_5283.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578903473288130530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few trips to the local furniture stores, Christian and Tori have  settled on the same loft bed, just in different colors. Tori would like  white, but the bed comes only in natural and black, so she is opting  for natural. We’re going to girlie it up with stick-ups, etc. She is  getting drawers underneath and at the end of the steps, plus a  bookshelf. If we move the bookshelf under the head of the bed, she will  have some cubbyholes to crawl into and hide her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furniture shopping with Tori is very interesting. At first, she was  all wound up and excited about it, begging us for a bed that she would  outgrow in a couple of years. Then she settled down a bit and zeroed in  on the bed with steps yesterday—with some help from us. She is in the  middle of this “I don’t know” stage, so we have to work hard to get her  to focus and make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; got some things to do on the house and then we may order a bed  for her and one for Christian. It just depends upon how things go with  the work on the back of our house (new door and some deck repairs). Wish  us luck if we get them new beds. They will want Huts to have everything  together in an hour!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-7713153999057464891?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7713153999057464891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=7713153999057464891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7713153999057464891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7713153999057464891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-beds-perhaps.html' title='New Beds? Perhaps!'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j_ZvgOakrh0/TWw_JpGIL-I/AAAAAAAAAiM/x0D5gAmroQM/s72-c/100_5283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-5980526422490257797</id><published>2011-02-15T18:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T18:25:16.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ysiNiiqurws/TVsZVZkW7MI/AAAAAAAAAh0/GEoE5hETF2M/s1600/100_5188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ysiNiiqurws/TVsZVZkW7MI/AAAAAAAAAh0/GEoE5hETF2M/s320/100_5188.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574076819232451778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tori had a ball yesterday. Not only was it her helper day, but it was Valentine's Day. She made some crafts, played some games and came home smiling with all of her loot. She glued lots of things together last night and made her own little box for her valentines. It was a cute box to begin with, but Tori has added her picture, stickers and lots more to it. She has also stuffed it with her valentines. She took it to school this morning to show off to the people at latchkey. Tomorrow is spring pictures, and she can't wait to dress out of uniform! Goodness knows what outfit she will come up with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-5980526422490257797?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/5980526422490257797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=5980526422490257797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5980526422490257797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5980526422490257797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day-girl.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Girl'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ysiNiiqurws/TVsZVZkW7MI/AAAAAAAAAh0/GEoE5hETF2M/s72-c/100_5188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-7279744657420685570</id><published>2011-02-10T18:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T18:48:20.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Book</title><content type='html'>Tori is all about making books these days. She steals the computer  paper and either staples the pages together or has her dad do it.  Sometimes she tapes up the pages. Then she bugs us for hours on end how  to spell certain words. She decided to make me a birthday book, nothing  about birthdays &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;persay&lt;/span&gt;, just a bunch of scribbles about whatever  happened to be on her mind. A nice gift, but very much a Tori gift.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_fgXfBaOd5E/TVSHOvDMxYI/AAAAAAAAAhU/8uvtRyyOl5w/s1600/100_5354.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/-_fgXfBaOd5E/TVSHOvDMxYI/AAAAAAAAAhU/8uvtRyyOl5w/s320/100_5354.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572227326181950850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJfQQyeVlpA/TVSHOFoj64I/AAAAAAAAAhM/cefEyBKTsO4/s1600/100_5350.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/-ZJfQQyeVlpA/TVSHOFoj64I/AAAAAAAAAhM/cefEyBKTsO4/s320/100_5350.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572227315064368002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Adsmo2lVdDg/TVSHNmjMMmI/AAAAAAAAAhE/tYKHIiiMfy0/s1600/100_5347.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/-Adsmo2lVdDg/TVSHNmjMMmI/AAAAAAAAAhE/tYKHIiiMfy0/s320/100_5347.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572227306720342626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-7279744657420685570?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7279744657420685570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=7279744657420685570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7279744657420685570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7279744657420685570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-birthday-book.html' title='My Birthday Book'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_fgXfBaOd5E/TVSHOvDMxYI/AAAAAAAAAhU/8uvtRyyOl5w/s72-c/100_5354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-3217941384907000444</id><published>2011-02-03T18:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T18:45:00.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready To Go</title><content type='html'>While Christian was bellyaching about all of the writing he had to do,  Tori was watching everything, looking forward to the report she will  have to one day do. She loves doing homework. She’s my little eager  beaver, and as her teacher says, we don’t worry about Tori because she  tries so hard we just know she will get it. Yep, my little Tori is  always ready to go to school and do whatever her beloved teachers tell  her. She loved making her poster for the 100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; day and can’t wait to do  her homework each Monday. If she could have, she would have written  Christian’s report for him! At least I know she won’t be bellyaching  when she has to write about the man or woman she chooses for Black  History Month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-3217941384907000444?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/3217941384907000444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=3217941384907000444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/3217941384907000444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/3217941384907000444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/02/ready-to-go.html' title='Ready To Go'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-109783407212154517</id><published>2011-01-28T19:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T19:42:36.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Mess!</title><content type='html'>Tori has always been messy, but lately, she’s gotten worse, at least at  school. Every day that we have picked her up this week, we have found  her backpack empty and her stuff everywhere. We generally know what she  takes to school so we usually manage to collect it all. Yesterday, we  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weren&lt;/span&gt;’t so lucky. Tori had gotten another shirt for school, but none of  us knew it, and we ended up leaving it at school. Again, she had  everything from her backpack scattered all over the place, and in a  hurry to get to the book fair, we left the new shirt and Christian’s  hat. Fortunately, it was all there this morning when Huts dropped off  the kids. Tori changed into the shirt and was happy as a clam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, they are having a pajama party in after care today.  School let out at noon, and the Y decided they would let the kids bring  their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pjs&lt;/span&gt; and watch a movie in them. Christian and Tori are in their  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pjs&lt;/span&gt; right now having fun. If they want to go to the toy store, they are  going to have to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-109783407212154517?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/109783407212154517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=109783407212154517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/109783407212154517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/109783407212154517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-mess.html' title='What a Mess!'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-538201684223482327</id><published>2011-01-25T19:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T19:11:50.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Writes-A-Lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TT90ujfTZEI/AAAAAAAAAgY/MttivVfaPKE/s1600/100_5163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TT90ujfTZEI/AAAAAAAAAgY/MttivVfaPKE/s400/100_5163.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566296007602562114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori is learning how to read and write, and she shows off her budding  skills by taping and stapling together computer paper and writing words  on them to create little books. After using up much of the tape and  staples, she likes to follow her dad around, asking him how to spell  this and that. Sometimes she asks me too. We deal with it fine for the  first hour or so. Then it starts to get tiring as Tori loses focus and  we have to repeat letters. Eventually, we shoo her off to find something  else to do for a while. Right now, she has two books—one of which she  took to school and got a sticker for it. She also has a “diary” notebook  she has filled with scribbles and is down to one coloring book. That  girl loves to scribble, paint, color and do arts and crafts of all  types!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-538201684223482327?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/538201684223482327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=538201684223482327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/538201684223482327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/538201684223482327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/01/miss-writes-lot.html' title='Miss Writes-A-Lot'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TT90ujfTZEI/AAAAAAAAAgY/MttivVfaPKE/s72-c/100_5163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-5927204779275020099</id><published>2011-01-17T18:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T18:02:31.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and Ready To Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TTTYjDPXU5I/AAAAAAAAAfg/CWgJsZuqqNw/s1600/100_5217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TTTYjDPXU5I/AAAAAAAAAfg/CWgJsZuqqNw/s320/100_5217.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563309536386175890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori got a last-minute birthday party invitation to one of the  babysitting kids’ party. She was all excited and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t wait for 4  o’clock on Saturday. We got the little girl a gift and told Tori that  the party &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t going to start until late on Saturday afternoon. She  picked out her outfit on Friday night, got all of her stuff ready and  drove us crazy until we wrapped the gift. Then she flew out of bed and  got dressed early on Saturday morning. She was all a-dazzle in her pink  sequined shirt and pants…at 7 a.m. She drove us nuts the rest of the day  wanting to know if it was time to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she got up so early, she was tired, so I tried to persuade  her to take a nap, but she was having none of that. We distracted her as  much as we could until the magic hour arrived. She came home all happy  and slept in the next morning. All of that waiting and partying wore  Miss Tori out! She was all ready to go this morning, though, for her  last day off school at the sitter’s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-5927204779275020099?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/5927204779275020099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=5927204779275020099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5927204779275020099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5927204779275020099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/01/up-and-ready-to-go.html' title='Up and Ready To Go!'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TTTYjDPXU5I/AAAAAAAAAfg/CWgJsZuqqNw/s72-c/100_5217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-8844390315333422083</id><published>2011-01-13T18:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:48:56.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashionista</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;Tori is still the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fashionista&lt;/span&gt;. This morning she insisted on wearing a shirt under her school shirt (for looks of course). Then she had to wear her scarf that her Aunt Lucy made her last year tied in an extravagant way (her way)! She's been sleeping with her sleep eye cover nightly since she got it at Christmas. She also wore the headband that her Aunt gave her yesterday. I don't know how much it actually was worn, but I'm sure it was in and out of her hair all day. At least she's stopped styling her hair like she was a character from Star Wars. On weekends she'll change clothes several times a day for the fun of it, just like she changes her doll clothes. She has fun doing it, even though she comes up with some crazy combinations in our eyes. She wants to pose and prance around for all the pictures and people around. She's her own fashion show and our house has become the runway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TS-dKIKblrI/AAAAAAAAAew/dWp178EYLkQ/s1600/100_5253.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/_MT2cE2LUseI/TS-dKIKblrI/AAAAAAAAAew/dWp178EYLkQ/s320/100_5253.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561836862141339314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TS-dLSwY7nI/AAAAAAAAAfI/i74Y_n8obXc/s1600/100_5212.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/_MT2cE2LUseI/TS-dLSwY7nI/AAAAAAAAAfI/i74Y_n8obXc/s320/100_5212.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561836882164772466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TS-dKz_hlaI/AAAAAAAAAfA/5Z3ibM511WU/s1600/100_5147.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/_MT2cE2LUseI/TS-dKz_hlaI/AAAAAAAAAfA/5Z3ibM511WU/s320/100_5147.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561836873906754978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TS-dKqVrM1I/AAAAAAAAAe4/Ik6Ab6DcfGQ/s1600/100_5262.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/_MT2cE2LUseI/TS-dKqVrM1I/AAAAAAAAAe4/Ik6Ab6DcfGQ/s320/100_5262.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561836871315305298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TS-dJwH-JYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/iT2r7Md5uyA/s1600/100_5240.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/_MT2cE2LUseI/TS-dJwH-JYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/iT2r7Md5uyA/s320/100_5240.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561836855688570242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-8844390315333422083?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/8844390315333422083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=8844390315333422083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/8844390315333422083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/8844390315333422083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/01/fashionista.html' title='Fashionista'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TS-dKIKblrI/AAAAAAAAAew/dWp178EYLkQ/s72-c/100_5253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-7711528512852953287</id><published>2011-01-05T19:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T19:57:00.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickly Christmas Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TSPQD6054pI/AAAAAAAAAdw/FJPlR5ym0s0/s1600/100_5127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TSPQD6054pI/AAAAAAAAAdw/FJPlR5ym0s0/s320/100_5127.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558515130854662802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Tori's Christmas started off rotten again!  She seemed to have gotten the bug that Christian had earlier in the week, except she got sicker than he did.  Christmas morning she felt miserable and laid on the floor with a blanket and pillow.  She had some milk before we opened presents and a few minutes later barfed it up.  After getting a quick bath she rallied to open presents, but spent most of Christmas day in bed cuddling her lalaloopsy doll and watching movies.  She felt better on the 26th, but still wasn't very hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  &gt;On the 27th we all headed to Grandma's for their Christmas and Tori seemed to be back to normal.  As with her brother she got to go to Monkey Business, but since she was asleep when we left and needed her 2.5 hr nap, she only got to go the 2nd time.  Of course she had to wear her Christmas dress to play in and she got hot, so that slowed her down a bit.  For Christmas from Grandma, she got dolls, clothes and doll clothes.  I'm sure there was other stuff in there, but it was mostly clothes and dolls.  The trip back wasn't bad and she had fun at the last holiday gathering, but it exhausted her.  She was in bed by 6 pm on Thursday and slept almost 14 hours.  She missed dinner, so she was starving for PANCAKES...her favorite breakfast.  She attempted to stay up on on New Years, but didn't make it either.  She was just too exhausted and made it to 11 for the New York ball drop.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  &gt;The rest of the weekend was spent relaxing and playing with her dolls and brothers.  We ran a few errands and got soaked when we went to the grocery store, so Tori warmed up with a bath on Saturday after we got home and dry.  She lazed around yesterday, but seemed to be ready and excited to get back to school.  We'll see how tired it makes her when we pick her up today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-7711528512852953287?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7711528512852953287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=7711528512852953287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7711528512852953287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7711528512852953287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/01/sickly-christmas-again.html' title='Sickly Christmas Again'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TSPQD6054pI/AAAAAAAAAdw/FJPlR5ym0s0/s72-c/100_5127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-7098213435585304995</id><published>2011-01-04T19:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T19:55:07.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Don't Sell Them!</title><content type='html'>Tori has a small room, which she fills up fast. This Christmas, she  decided she was done with Dora and all of that stuff went into the yard  sale pile. Yesterday, I mentioned to her that she had lots of new dolls  that she has yet to play with. I was just wondering what her thinking  was behind that. She got upset and pleaded with me not to sell her new  dolls. Poor girl. There’s no way I would sell them. I just wanted to  know why she was waiting to play with them. Guess I better leave that  subject alone for a while. She’ll play with her dolls when she is ready I  guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-7098213435585304995?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7098213435585304995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=7098213435585304995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7098213435585304995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7098213435585304995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2011/01/please-dont-sell-them.html' title='Please Don&apos;t Sell Them!'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-3365941331253163518</id><published>2010-12-16T20:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T20:26:13.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Girl</title><content type='html'>Something got into Tori yesterday and she was wild according to Huts.  She seemed a bit crazy when I saw her later that night and spend much of  the night running around the living room chasing Eli and making him  scream. She got into trouble a few times, and the waterworks started.  Huts even made her sit on the couch once until she could get herself  under control. Poor girl. She wore herself out and didn't want to get up  this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-3365941331253163518?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/3365941331253163518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=3365941331253163518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/3365941331253163518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/3365941331253163518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/12/crazy-girl.html' title='Crazy Girl'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-6867683492555123678</id><published>2010-11-30T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T20:14:07.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Attached At The Hip</title><content type='html'>Tori &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t get much girl time, so when Destiny came, she was  delighted. She stuck to Destiny like glue, following her everywhere and  smiling all the time. She even went over to Aunt Annie’s with them.  (Frank’s dad was there for Thanksgiving.) All of this fun made for one  tired Tori, and she got real weepy on Friday night when she realized  they were all leaving the next morning. Come Saturday morning, she was  well rested and managed to keep it together when they left. She helped  me put things away and do some laundry, all the while waiting patiently  for a ride in the new car! She loves the Traverse, especially her seat  in the third row, which she has been begging for since she realized some  cars have third rows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-6867683492555123678?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/6867683492555123678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=6867683492555123678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/6867683492555123678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/6867683492555123678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/11/attached-at-hip.html' title='Attached At The Hip'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-2526866922968170233</id><published>2010-11-22T18:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:18:07.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed Wetter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TOsINcJNhkI/AAAAAAAAAdc/81YpMkLHy7E/s1600/100_5116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TOsINcJNhkI/AAAAAAAAAdc/81YpMkLHy7E/s320/100_5116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542532793395676738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori has started to wet the bed at various times. We’re not sure what’s  going on with her. What seems to alleviate the problem is giving her one  last drink of water at 7 and me getting her at night when I go to the  bathroom. Unfortunately, I was so tired the other night I did not get  her up and we had a wet bed to deal with. Maybe after a few more weeks  of this, she will automatically get up on her own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-2526866922968170233?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/2526866922968170233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=2526866922968170233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2526866922968170233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2526866922968170233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/11/bed-wetter.html' title='Bed Wetter'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TOsINcJNhkI/AAAAAAAAAdc/81YpMkLHy7E/s72-c/100_5116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-9105882990226125378</id><published>2010-11-20T09:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T09:56:18.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunt and Seek</title><content type='html'>We're delivering the last of the fundraiser candy tonight to a friend.  She doesn't have any kids of her own and likes to spoil mine rotten with  little gifts hidden all around her home. The kids love walking around  her new home and finding all of the hidden treasures. We're bringing  pizza tonight for dinner and then let the hunting begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-9105882990226125378?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/9105882990226125378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=9105882990226125378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/9105882990226125378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/9105882990226125378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/11/hunt-and-seek.html' title='Hunt and Seek'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-7025308630610640066</id><published>2010-11-07T10:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T10:33:43.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TNV1Q5wFsuI/AAAAAAAAAcs/7gH9XsVJwvY/s1600/100_5100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TNV1Q5wFsuI/AAAAAAAAAcs/7gH9XsVJwvY/s320/100_5100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536460250162770658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori's report was equally good. She needs to work on letter recognition,  but her teachers said she tries so hard they know she's going to get  it. The meeting started with a discussion of Tori's hair, which her  teachers assured me they knew she was doing herself. One day I guess she  returned from science with a ponytail right in front—picture Tori as a  unicorn. Her teachers had to muffle their laughter and managed to get  her hair in place. They love her and think she is wonderful, just like  the folks do in latchkey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-7025308630610640066?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7025308630610640066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=7025308630610640066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7025308630610640066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7025308630610640066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/11/diva.html' title='Diva'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TNV1Q5wFsuI/AAAAAAAAAcs/7gH9XsVJwvY/s72-c/100_5100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-2284512289369793734</id><published>2010-11-06T10:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T10:32:41.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9 out of 26</title><content type='html'>That’s how many letters Tori recognizes from the alphabet. Not  exactly great. We’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been working with her, but I don’t know that we’re  making a lot of headway. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; takes time I guess. I think she gets  distracted rather easily and loses focus, so we’re working on that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No luck with Girl Scouts. Huts says he sees posters in the lunchroom  on it, but the women never got back to me about it, so…I think we’re  looking into putting her into a tumbling class. That will keep her  fairly busy and more importantly allow her to release some of that  pent-up energy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-2284512289369793734?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/2284512289369793734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=2284512289369793734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2284512289369793734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2284512289369793734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/11/9-out-of-26.html' title='9 out of 26'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-7896176253202428921</id><published>2010-11-06T10:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T10:31:18.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Too Many Fits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TNV0unyCiiI/AAAAAAAAAck/sSv9SImuJrk/s1600/100_5095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TNV0unyCiiI/AAAAAAAAAck/sSv9SImuJrk/s320/100_5095.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536459661223561762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever the reason, Tori was a real pill this weekend. Maybe it was  because she was tires. Maybe it was because we have left her go one too  many times. Anyway. she threw one whopping of a fit on Sunday afternoon  when we told her it was time to leave the playground. She stomped,  kicked, screamed, cried, etc.., until I pulled her out of the playground  and smacked her hard on the butt. Then she settled down and whimpered  to the car. She stewed for 15 minutes and then clung to me the rest of  the day. She knew she had crossed the line. This morning, we warned her  no fits this afternoon when we picked her up. We'll see if she listened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-7896176253202428921?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7896176253202428921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=7896176253202428921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7896176253202428921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7896176253202428921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-too-many-fits.html' title='One Too Many Fits'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TNV0unyCiiI/AAAAAAAAAck/sSv9SImuJrk/s72-c/100_5095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-4288328754235011344</id><published>2010-10-22T20:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T20:17:56.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Winners Are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Clone trooper for Ollie, Dorothy from Oz for Tori and Puppy Dog for Eli.  These are the costumes they have picked out for Halloween/. They are having a  45-minute fall party on 10/29 and coming to my work at 2:30 to do a little  trick-or-treating. I am helping out at the school party, or Huts is--the sitter  has something to do so Eli is with me for the day and Huts is coming home early.  Should be lots of fun and loads of candy for the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-4288328754235011344?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/4288328754235011344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=4288328754235011344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/4288328754235011344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/4288328754235011344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-winners-are.html' title='And the Winners Are...'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-6105908127404663313</id><published>2010-10-01T08:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T08:34:07.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playground Cryer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TKXjSFqZUNI/AAAAAAAAAb8/m_5SFoRrvv8/s1600/100_5115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TKXjSFqZUNI/AAAAAAAAAb8/m_5SFoRrvv8/s320/100_5115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523070417936928978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Tori has enjoyed everything about school.  Her teacher, classmates, hot and cold lunches and Before/After Care.  The only thing she doesn't seem to like so far is the amount of time she gets to spend at After Care.  She doesn't get enough time to swing before we get there, so we always end up with a crying girl when we pick her up from after care.  She's so upset because SHE WANTED TO SWING!  We tell her everyday that if she wants to swing that she needs to do that first when they go outside.  These words are not heeded as we always end up with a crying Tori.  Even when she does get to swing, she wants to swing more!  There is never enough time for swinging.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Usually she stops crying once we get out of the parking lot.  Tori has been going outside and using our swings to get her after school fix.  Luckily she's big enough that she can play outside by herself.  Before kindergarten started, she also taught herself how to swing, so we don't have to be involved.  However, she still requests that we push her on the swing sometimes.  I guess she still wants her parents to help her swing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-6105908127404663313?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/6105908127404663313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=6105908127404663313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/6105908127404663313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/6105908127404663313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/10/playground-cryer.html' title='Playground Cryer'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TKXjSFqZUNI/AAAAAAAAAb8/m_5SFoRrvv8/s72-c/100_5115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-4481741427297523624</id><published>2010-09-22T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T18:34:00.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TJlBHtg16II/AAAAAAAAAbc/XyZfy1x7Ino/s1600/100_4968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TJlBHtg16II/AAAAAAAAAbc/XyZfy1x7Ino/s320/100_4968.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519514419051489410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the kids to Target on Sunday and rewarded them for being so good all weekend long with the yard sale, festival, etc/ Tori took an instant liking to this wedding Barbie ensemble, complete with Kent he groom and two bridesmaids. She just had to have it, and we relented. She disliked the wedding dress--too fluffy, so that came off and jeans and shirt went on. Then she played with the four for a long time. When I went in this morning to get her up, I found Ken in the window sill and the girls on the floor under her bed. I guess she had some fun with them before she fell asleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, she got a very nice toy, which meant her brother got a very nice toy, which he played with all day. The best toy, however, was the cheapest--Eli's singamabob. I caught all three playing with that doll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-4481741427297523624?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/4481741427297523624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=4481741427297523624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/4481741427297523624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/4481741427297523624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-please.html' title='Oh Please'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TJlBHtg16II/AAAAAAAAAbc/XyZfy1x7Ino/s72-c/100_4968.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-2233188694264899649</id><published>2010-09-21T18:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T18:34:20.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TJlAxX99g0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/-DPYoBHSl_M/s1600/100_5069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TJlAxX99g0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/-DPYoBHSl_M/s320/100_5069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519514035310920514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning was not a good one for Tori. We put her to bed at 8:30, which means she stayed up to 9 or so and that ended up costing us. Tori was a total crab and broke down at before care. I pulled her into my lap and reassured her everything would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. She did not want to go to school,, so last night she went to bed at 8 and woke up her sunny self. She ate some pancakes and went into school without a fuss! That girl needs her sleep! Of course, we won't be home by 8 to put her in bed tonight. Maybe Uncle Dale can manage it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-2233188694264899649?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/2233188694264899649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=2233188694264899649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2233188694264899649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2233188694264899649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/09/better-today.html' title='Better Today'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TJlAxX99g0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/-DPYoBHSl_M/s72-c/100_5069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-6318068356247578435</id><published>2010-09-07T19:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T19:40:48.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready To Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TIbbiplPfHI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Nk_EIX1IHr4/s1600/100_4963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TIbbiplPfHI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Nk_EIX1IHr4/s320/100_4963.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514336182085844082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;As previously mentioned, Tori has been excitedly waiting for  school to begin.  The first 2 days she got to sleep in until 8 am due to  their being no before/after care.  She was happy and ready to go both days.   she enjoyed her first couple of days and made some new friends (even  though she doesn't know their names yet, but knows they like her shoes!).   We were expecting her to be the first one who would get in trouble for  talking too much, but apparently it was another boy who got that privilege.   It sounds like she's been a pretty good student so far.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today she starts before/after care and the  first full day of school.  She got up in a better mood than most days she  went to the sitter's.  She wasn't quite sure what to do once she got to  before care, but I bet the full day will tire her out tonight.  she's been  excited to wear a new uniform every day and likes picking out her clothes the  night before.  So far no homework, but I'm sure it'll pick up next week.   Tonight she also gets her haircut and we are going to the mall to  hopefully find her a few more uniform dresses.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;We thought this would be a bigger transition for her and  that we'd be having an unhappy child with lots of battles about school, clothes  and getting up in the morning, but so far, she's been pretty good about  everything.  I think her brother leading the way and her outgoing  personality helped ease her fears and allowed her to enjoy the beginning of  school.  Hopefully it continues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-6318068356247578435?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/6318068356247578435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=6318068356247578435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/6318068356247578435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/6318068356247578435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/09/ready-to-go.html' title='Ready To Go'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TIbbiplPfHI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Nk_EIX1IHr4/s72-c/100_4963.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-3818426881661040897</id><published>2010-09-04T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T09:44:16.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting To Know Everyone</title><content type='html'>Tori doesn't know much about her classmates yet, but she is trying. She knows  that one of them is named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; and one of the boys wears glasses, which hurt  his nose. Some girl told her that she liked her shoes, which pleased Tori to no  end. We're just waiting for her to get the names down pat and then she will be  bursting with stories as she does with Kylie from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;babysitters&lt;/span&gt;. We know all  about Kylie''s likes and dislikes, daily rituals, etc. compliments of Miss Tori.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-3818426881661040897?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/3818426881661040897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=3818426881661040897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/3818426881661040897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/3818426881661040897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/09/getting-to-know-everyone.html' title='Getting To Know Everyone'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-7575774741096886268</id><published>2010-08-26T20:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T20:50:47.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peek</title><content type='html'>Tori got to check out her classroom yesterday. She seemed thrilled to be there.  She checked out her classroom and another room where she will doing some things  and met her teacher. She also got early that day, so I know she's excited! Get  ready, Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Badorek&lt;/span&gt;, here she comes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-7575774741096886268?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7575774741096886268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=7575774741096886268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7575774741096886268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7575774741096886268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/08/sneak-peek.html' title='Sneak Peek'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-873731403565244281</id><published>2010-08-18T19:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:20:16.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TGx4stbmYNI/AAAAAAAAAac/Ge7QEcb_9gc/s1600/100_4768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TGx4stbmYNI/AAAAAAAAAac/Ge7QEcb_9gc/s320/100_4768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506909153872208082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School registration is tomorrow night. Huts and I will fill out some paperwork and then check out the lists to see who the kids' teachers are. Tori is looking forward to it. Christian would love to skip it, I think, and end his education now. We had a big discussion this morning about shoes. Sandals are not allowed, so I bought the two new tennis shoes. Tori remembers and has been begging to wear hers ever since. Christian doesn't and tried to tell me I had bought him new sandals. Ugh! When that boy is fixed on something, he won't let go of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we are getting everything labeled and put in the backpacks this weekend. Wish us luck! Tori will want to go to school right then and there! That girl just cannot wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-873731403565244281?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/873731403565244281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=873731403565244281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/873731403565244281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/873731403565244281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/08/almost-time.html' title='Almost Time'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TGx4stbmYNI/AAAAAAAAAac/Ge7QEcb_9gc/s72-c/100_4768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-2350245512260978773</id><published>2010-08-03T18:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T18:27:32.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Polly Obsession</title><content type='html'>Tori did such a great job of keeping Eli entertained while I mowed the lawn that  she got a toy too. She started off the trip by telling me she was done with  Polly Pockets, which of course she wasn't. She looked at everything and settled  on Polly Pocket and friends party pack. This puts her up to 22 dolls and  zillions of clothes and accessories, enough to fill her plastic jack-o-lantern  bucket for Halloween. That girl. She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to turn into a Polly Pocket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-2350245512260978773?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/2350245512260978773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=2350245512260978773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2350245512260978773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2350245512260978773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/08/polly-obsession.html' title='Polly Obsession'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-993520672796058517</id><published>2010-07-21T19:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:45:03.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girls Go To Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TEeUgwzI2JI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tMjaqfhZ264/s1600/100_4792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TEeUgwzI2JI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tMjaqfhZ264/s320/100_4792.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496525160805095570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tori's Kindergarten physical went well, though she wouldn't concentrate during the eye test.  She is a growing girl like her brother and grew 3 inches this past year as well.  She's about 3' 5" and 40 lbs. and in the 50% in height and weight.  She passed all her other tests with flying colors as well.  She was a bit upset at her brother for all the butterflies and magnets following him instead of her from the projector.  She didn't quite understand how it worked. She was happy to be distracted by the fish tank and all the strange fish in it.  She also showed off her counting, hopping ability and knowledge of her address to the doctor.  She's definitely ready for school.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;There were a few open houses in our neighborhood this weekend, so we went to them just to look.  Tori went with us to the first house and she and her Mom went to 2 more.  When they came back I went to the 2 they saw and Tori went with me.  She was the tour guide in each house.  She showed me where the girls room was and the boys room and pointed out where the deck and back yard were.  She did a better job than the realtor at showing the house.  If we ever move she'll be going to all the house showings with us I suspect.  She enjoyed it so much, she may be a realtor someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-993520672796058517?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/993520672796058517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=993520672796058517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/993520672796058517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/993520672796058517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/07/big-girls-go-to-kindergarten.html' title='Big Girls Go To Kindergarten'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TEeUgwzI2JI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tMjaqfhZ264/s72-c/100_4792.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-5356184061761255299</id><published>2010-07-06T19:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:20:35.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TDPH3V9dmZI/AAAAAAAAAZU/E_u0C1Gu9qg/s1600/100_4832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TDPH3V9dmZI/AAAAAAAAAZU/E_u0C1Gu9qg/s320/100_4832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490952124296436114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids got their pictures taken this weekend, and amazingly, the three of  them behaved the pros. There was no fuss on the bathtub or with the new clothes.  Tori let me fix her hair and never said a word about it not being "right." We  got there early and walked around. Then the fun began, and they smiled and did  everything the photographer said, without fuss! Look for pictures in your  mailboxes at the end of the month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K56gMQS5DT4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K56gMQS5DT4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G1RsnqnetOw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G1RsnqnetOw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SkSRMtox1U0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SkSRMtox1U0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-5356184061761255299?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/5356184061761255299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=5356184061761255299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5356184061761255299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5356184061761255299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/07/picture-time.html' title='Picture Time'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TDPH3V9dmZI/AAAAAAAAAZU/E_u0C1Gu9qg/s72-c/100_4832.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-584155426490052612</id><published>2010-06-26T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T16:31:11.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Shoes, Big Tears</title><content type='html'>I had to throw out Tori's old silver glittery shoes--too small for her and in  bad shape, so I bought her a new pair of pink glittery shoes. She has been dying  to wear them to camp, but she can't.  No fancy shoes allowed, just tennis shoes.  Lots of tears have been shed over the shoes, as well as her limited selection of  clothing--no dresses. She can't wait to go to Sharon's and show off her new  shoes and clothes. She is not going to like school uniforms!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-584155426490052612?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/584155426490052612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=584155426490052612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/584155426490052612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/584155426490052612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-shoes-big-tears.html' title='New Shoes, Big Tears'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-7716117509639582983</id><published>2010-06-22T19:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:00:04.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Camper</title><content type='html'>Although a bit scared, Tori plunged into camp and had a great time. She cried a  bit, but she made it through and today hopefully went better. She wasn't too  thrilled about having to wear her tennis shoes, but she did get up early enough  to eat pancakes. We'll see what her thoughts are this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:  She lost her lunch in between the time they handed it to her from the cooler to the time she sat down.  Doesn't know where it went or how it got lost.  Later in the night, she said she remembered the cookies she had for lunch.  Which story is true...you decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-7716117509639582983?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7716117509639582983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=7716117509639582983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7716117509639582983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7716117509639582983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-camper.html' title='Happy Camper'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-1504575925377173181</id><published>2010-06-22T19:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T19:58:33.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothes Horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tori is all girl. She loves everything girlie and changes clothes three or  four times a day/ Her grandma got her a ton of clothes, old and new, and she has  had a ball ever since wearing this and that. Store bought or yard sale, clothes  are her thing, as are shoes. She is in heaven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-1504575925377173181?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/1504575925377173181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=1504575925377173181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/1504575925377173181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/1504575925377173181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/06/clothes-horse.html' title='Clothes Horse'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-6337200988017012358</id><published>2010-06-08T18:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T19:35:52.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye-Bye Soccer, Hello Grandma's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TA7h4Bh9B8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/rm1A_xQaesw/s1600/100_4683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TA7h4Bh9B8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/rm1A_xQaesw/s320/100_4683.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480566149156243394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori had her last soccer game yesterday, not that she played much in it. She  stood around as usual until her coach (Huts) sent her to the bench because she didn't want to play anymore. She whimpered over  to me, and Huts carried Eli around the field as he instructed his players what  to do. We gave out party bags and cupcakes, and everyone left happy, most of all  Huts who is not coaching little kids again! Now, everyone at our house is  preparing for the week-long trip to see the grandmas. Tonight we're getting  snacks--NOT TOYS--but snacks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-6337200988017012358?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/6337200988017012358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=6337200988017012358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/6337200988017012358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/6337200988017012358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/06/bye-bye-soccer-hello-grandmas.html' title='Bye-Bye Soccer, Hello Grandma&apos;s!'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/TA7h4Bh9B8I/AAAAAAAAAY8/rm1A_xQaesw/s72-c/100_4683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-5466890276554895760</id><published>2010-05-20T18:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T18:47:37.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Party</title><content type='html'>Tori and Christian had a super party last Sunday.  Several of Christian's  classmates came, along with Tori's friends and some of my coworkers' kids.   They played for about an hour and a half before chowing down on pizza and  cake and opening gifts. Everyone got really hungry after about an hour, but  the pizza wasn't ready yet, so they played some more, all the time letting  me know how hungry they were.  We got the pizza at 2:15 and went downstairs  where it was a madhouse&lt;br /&gt;getting them food and cutting the cake. The two got  loads of gifts and spent the read of the day playing with their loot! Now  they are looking forward to the next party in  June.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-5466890276554895760?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/5466890276554895760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=5466890276554895760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5466890276554895760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5466890276554895760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-party.html' title='Big Party'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-530535005117597965</id><published>2010-05-17T18:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T18:22:50.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pig Tail Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wednesday night we got our hair cut and Tori had  her hair put in Pig tails.  She is growing her hair long so she can have pig  tails all the time.  Our hair dresser puts them up for her every time we get her  hair cut.  This time she put them in a little too tight.  After we got home Tori  complained of her head hurting and hearing beeping inside her head.  She didn't  feel like eating and wanted to go to bed early which is rare for her.  She got  some Tylenol for her head ache and fell asleep pretty quickly.  The next morning  she was fine, no headache, no noises in her head and nothing has reoccurred  since then.  We aren't sure what the noise was, but she seemed really tired and  with a head ache, who knows what that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; caused.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-530535005117597965?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/530535005117597965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=530535005117597965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/530535005117597965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/530535005117597965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/05/pig-tail-girl.html' title='Pig Tail Girl'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-2925708523316010570</id><published>2010-05-07T20:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:26:47.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Keeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/S-S9yrwu8nI/AAAAAAAAAYk/wATJQXgRWNA/s1600/100_4653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/S-S9yrwu8nI/AAAAAAAAAYk/wATJQXgRWNA/s320/100_4653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468704525972861554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having a yard sale tomorrow, and getting Tori to give up stuff for it has been difficult at best. She wants to keep everything she has ever been given—including clothed and shoes she has outgrown. Instead of getting rid of something, we should just move and and get a house with two bedrooms for her. Easy solution! How silly of me not to have thought of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-2925708523316010570?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/2925708523316010570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=2925708523316010570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2925708523316010570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2925708523316010570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/05/keeper.html' title='A Keeper'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/S-S9yrwu8nI/AAAAAAAAAYk/wATJQXgRWNA/s72-c/100_4653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-2517856359666985292</id><published>2010-05-07T20:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:25:36.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Shy To Play</title><content type='html'>Tori is in soccer and she is coached by her dad, but she still won't play. Huts puts her in and she stands there while all of the others play soccer. He takes her out and she scampers off on her own. She will participate in practices, but only to a degree. Soccer is a bust, and there are six more weeks of it! Hopefully, swim class in July will go better. Tonight is kindergarten registration. Wish us luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-2517856359666985292?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/2517856359666985292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=2517856359666985292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2517856359666985292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2517856359666985292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/05/too-shy-to-play.html' title='Too Shy To Play'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-8309821408299730396</id><published>2010-04-25T14:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:53:13.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rain</title><content type='html'>It has been raining for days here in Peoria.  When she was younger, Tori liked to play in the rain.  This weekend she got to show her baby brother how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VDPhfOh6Cxo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VDPhfOh6Cxo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-8309821408299730396?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/8309821408299730396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=8309821408299730396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/8309821408299730396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/8309821408299730396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/04/rain.html' title='The Rain'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-791406470176880031</id><published>2010-04-23T19:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T14:40:42.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday That Won't End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/S9NJM7ofwkI/AAAAAAAAAYE/X98lwgmKOws/s1600/100_4539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/S9NJM7ofwkI/AAAAAAAAAYE/X98lwgmKOws/s320/100_4539.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463791259445346882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori is our middle child, and even though she is the only girl, she sometimes  feels left out. Not this year. Her birthday celebration is going to start on May  16 with a combo party with her big brother and end on June 17 with swimming and  carnival fun. Her grandma Marie is also throwing her a little celebration on  June 16 in Kansas City. Then we'll head to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brookfield&lt;/span&gt; where she will have a day  of swimming and a night at the carnival in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brookfield&lt;/span&gt; after a trip to see her  great grandmother Grace. She is one lucky little girl, and she knows it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-791406470176880031?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/791406470176880031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=791406470176880031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/791406470176880031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/791406470176880031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/04/birthday-that-wont-end.html' title='The Birthday That Won&apos;t End'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/S9NJM7ofwkI/AAAAAAAAAYE/X98lwgmKOws/s72-c/100_4539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-3314329082062614748</id><published>2010-04-08T19:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T19:11:42.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumps and Bruises</title><content type='html'>In all of the play outside and going in and out, Tori and Eli got some injuries.  Tori fell on the bottom step of the deck and got a black eye. She also has some  bruises on her legs. Eli fell on the driveway and added some scrapes to his  already banged up face from falling on the garage step. His legs look one big  bruise. All of that running around and climbing is taking a toll on their little  bodies, but you wouldn't know it  from the smiles on their faces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-3314329082062614748?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/3314329082062614748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=3314329082062614748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/3314329082062614748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/3314329082062614748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/04/bumps-and-bruises.html' title='Bumps and Bruises'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-4627244611460926115</id><published>2010-03-14T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T14:36:26.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twin Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/S506rgbtkZI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Ig6ekubzE8s/s1600-h/100_4404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/S506rgbtkZI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Ig6ekubzE8s/s320/100_4404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448575643303121298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori is obsessed with twins. She has two sets o twin dolls that talk to each other. She has  Barbie doctor doll that cares for twin babies. She has two sets of twins for her dollhouse. She has three sets of twins she puts into her dollhouse. And now she wants a twin birthday party. She wants to have her birthday party with Christian's again, at the same play place as last year. I told her we would do it in May this time before school lets out and have her buddies over for a birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;play date&lt;/span&gt; in June. She seemed happy with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-4627244611460926115?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/4627244611460926115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=4627244611460926115&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/4627244611460926115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/4627244611460926115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/03/twin-obsession.html' title='Twin Obsession'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/S506rgbtkZI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Ig6ekubzE8s/s72-c/100_4404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-8420806043703966570</id><published>2010-02-25T18:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:14:23.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nother Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/S4rcnB6VRzI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wQQ5ofRp-qg/s1600-h/100_4351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/S4rcnB6VRzI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wQQ5ofRp-qg/s320/100_4351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443405662716774194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian and Eli spent the morning howling. Tori, of course, had to add fuel to  the fire. She got up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, but started sniffling when I gave her oatmeal in a  plastic bowl. She demanded a proper bowl. With that, she was happy and excited  to go, with Brat dolls in tow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-8420806043703966570?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/8420806043703966570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=8420806043703966570&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/8420806043703966570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/8420806043703966570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/02/nother-bowl.html' title='Nother Bowl'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/S4rcnB6VRzI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wQQ5ofRp-qg/s72-c/100_4351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-7480927844497024915</id><published>2010-02-23T18:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T18:30:17.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Snakes</title><content type='html'>I had a weird dream about Huts and his pet snake, which we all know he would  never have because he doesn't exactly like snakes. Tori heard me discussing the  dream with her brother, and before long, she had a dream about baby snakes. They  were cut, but they loved to chase her up and down the stairs and into her bed.  The snakes were apparently slimy and left grossness everywhere they went,  including across her window. Fortunately, there was a cleaner guy to get rid of  all of the mess. The snakes stayed, and the story went on and on and on…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-7480927844497024915?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7480927844497024915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=7480927844497024915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7480927844497024915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7480927844497024915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-snakes.html' title='Baby Snakes'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-5256030520846715873</id><published>2010-02-17T19:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T19:24:45.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ka-Pow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tori had to get 3 shots to get ready for school.   The first two didn't hurt much and she just got a really sad face, the third  stung and she cried a bit because it hurt.  She got to pick a sticker, so I  tried to cheer her up a bit by acting like I was going to put the sticker with  the picture of the dog on it over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tinkerbell's&lt;/span&gt; face on her shirt.  That got a  laugh out of her and stopped the crying for a few minutes.  She was still sad on  the way to the car and cried a bit more when she told her Mommy about it.  She  got the band-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aid's&lt;/span&gt; pulled off when she got in the shower and that hurt a bit  then too.  By bed time she was fine and her arms didn't hurt anymore.  Now she  is all set for school in the shot department.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-5256030520846715873?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/5256030520846715873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=5256030520846715873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5256030520846715873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5256030520846715873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/02/ka-pow.html' title='Ka-Pow'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-1142413930509953283</id><published>2010-01-27T18:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:30:02.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Pan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/S2DafM4JzII/AAAAAAAAAWk/Zm-XDCNMnGM/s1600-h/100_4361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/S2DafM4JzII/AAAAAAAAAWk/Zm-XDCNMnGM/s320/100_4361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431581380176366722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tori doesn't want to grow up!  She wants to be 3 again!  She doesn't want to go to school next year!  She does want her birthday party and presents.  She wishes she could be little all over again and doesn't realize that like everyone else, she's getting older.  She wants to do swimming/dance/gymnastics this spring, but she doesn't want to go to school.  Her first day is going to be a tear fest for sure.  Whether it will be from anger or sadness, we'll have to wait and see.  She also doesn't want to go to summer camp with her brother this summer.  She was upset the last 2 years when she wasn't able to go.  Her brother will help her along, but she doesn't want to get older!  Like everything else, she'll outgrow this physically and emotionally.  We're all getting older, whether we like it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-1142413930509953283?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/1142413930509953283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=1142413930509953283&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/1142413930509953283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/1142413930509953283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/01/peter-pan.html' title='Peter Pan'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/S2DafM4JzII/AAAAAAAAAWk/Zm-XDCNMnGM/s72-c/100_4361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-8076406134990927889</id><published>2010-01-14T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:49:22.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Off To The Dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/S0_Jkiiz9YI/AAAAAAAAAWU/bQLtBchVcts/s1600-h/100_4347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/S0_Jkiiz9YI/AAAAAAAAAWU/bQLtBchVcts/s320/100_4347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426777705590027650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori got her hair cut last night and is  getting a filling and cap this morning. Her uncle Dale took her, and she was looking forward to it. She loves going to the doctor, even for shots. Ollie, ont he other hand, hates it. Anyway, she should be wonderfully happy this afternoon when we pick her up. She loves one-on-one attention!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-8076406134990927889?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/8076406134990927889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=8076406134990927889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/8076406134990927889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/8076406134990927889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/01/off-to-dentist.html' title='Off To The Dentist'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/S0_Jkiiz9YI/AAAAAAAAAWU/bQLtBchVcts/s72-c/100_4347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-7706601442121545301</id><published>2010-01-05T19:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:45:59.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolls Galore</title><content type='html'>Tori woke up sick on Christmas morning and went back to bed after looking  through her stocking. When she finally got up, she opened a mass of dolls for  her dollhouse and her room. She got seven or eight dolls in all, plus some  Barbies. The best gifts, however, came with Grandma Marie, the car for her  dollhouse and a Christmas globe. She and Eli love to push the button on the  globe and dance around to the music! Tori also got a cradle handmade by her  Grandpa for her many dolls. What a lucky girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-7706601442121545301?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7706601442121545301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=7706601442121545301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7706601442121545301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7706601442121545301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2010/01/dolls-galore.html' title='Dolls Galore'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-8397885155836796633</id><published>2009-12-16T18:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:59:33.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Holidays Begin</title><content type='html'>Tori and Ollie had a special night with this dad last night. They went out to  eat at a Chinese buffet and went to see the lights. Eli stayed home with me. He  hates his car seat and isn't feeling good with his molars coming in. We played,  while the others had a great time. They told me all about the food they ate and  the lights they saw. More fun is on the way on December 23. Huts has the day off  and is taking them to lunch, to see the Chipmunks moves and then to spend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt;  gift cards at Target.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-8397885155836796633?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/8397885155836796633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=8397885155836796633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/8397885155836796633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/8397885155836796633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-holidays-begin.html' title='Let the Holidays Begin'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-5581405256160731687</id><published>2009-12-05T22:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:24:00.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Last night we got to talk to Tori while she was  visiting Cassy and Courtney.  She's having a great time.  She is not one who  likes to stay home and she didn't bat an eye when she left.  She started crying  because she couldn't go with them!  She is not a home body.  Even with the girls  in school and being home alone all day with Melissa, she is having a good time.   Most kids would be bored, but not her!  The only thing she might miss is her  doll house.  She doesn't miss us it seems.  I asked her last night if she was  ready to come home...dead silence.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Maybe next week?", I asked.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Yeah, next week", she quickly agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/SxwDRur7NzI/AAAAAAAAAV0/7_pInVzpjvc/s1600-h/100_4162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/SxwDRur7NzI/AAAAAAAAAV0/7_pInVzpjvc/s320/100_4162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412204455317419826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;She misses her parents...really she does.  Next year she  won't be able to take these trips because she'll be in school.  Hopefully  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; solve some of her wanderlust.  This summer could be her last chance for  long trips away from home for awhile.  She'll be back home next Friday in time  to see the Princess Frog with her Mama and get ready for Christmas.  Not much  time left before the havoc of Christmas occurs.  The kids are ready.  We just  have some space planning to do for all the new toys from Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:  Her two weeks turned into one!  She missed her Mommy a lot and her Daddy a little.  She also missed her dollhouse!  You know the important things.  I met her and her uncle Frankie in Alton, IL. to pick her up.  She was ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-5581405256160731687?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/5581405256160731687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=5581405256160731687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5581405256160731687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5581405256160731687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-ready.html' title='Not Ready'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/SxwDRur7NzI/AAAAAAAAAV0/7_pInVzpjvc/s72-c/100_4162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-5292575401809721943</id><published>2009-12-01T19:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:31:31.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma - Tori Day</title><content type='html'>Today Tori stayed home with Grandma. They slept until 10 and played dollhouse. They were supposed to go see Darin for awhile later and take the new dog with them. She sat with Grandma all last night and no doubt talked her head off today. Tori loves the one-on-one attention from her grandma until Aunt Melissa arrives, and then that will all be over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-5292575401809721943?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/5292575401809721943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=5292575401809721943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5292575401809721943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5292575401809721943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2009/12/grandma-tori-day.html' title='Grandma - Tori Day'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-4489192217283709688</id><published>2009-11-19T19:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T19:17:03.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Screamer</title><content type='html'>Tori got into major trouble last night. She has been making a mess of her face when she eats, smearing it with ice cream, pudding, etc. Now she is broken out and has sore, cracked lips. After getting her face washed last night, she settled in to watch TV. She asked for a snack 10 minutes before bedtime and got told no. She screamed bloody murder, got put into bed and screamed bloody murder again. She finally got a banana in bed, only because we were trying to get Eli to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-4489192217283709688?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/4489192217283709688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=4489192217283709688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/4489192217283709688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/4489192217283709688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2009/11/screamer.html' title='Screamer'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-7538954614849052984</id><published>2009-11-03T20:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:11:37.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder Woman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/SvDixgBGrRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/UKncRNe5R-Y/s1600-h/100_4138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/SvDixgBGrRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/UKncRNe5R-Y/s320/100_4138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400065293253258514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tori braved the cold for several blocks and would have went more, if Dale and Annie had brought the wagon. She loved going up to the doors and came home with a bag of candy. She put on gloves and a hat,. but that was it. She didn't need anything else. She was Wonder Woman, after all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-7538954614849052984?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7538954614849052984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=7538954614849052984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7538954614849052984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7538954614849052984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2009/11/wonder-woman.html' title='Wonder Woman!'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/SvDixgBGrRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/UKncRNe5R-Y/s72-c/100_4138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-755734005259618802</id><published>2009-10-30T13:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:22:56.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Fit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/Susu7aLeT_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZvOA7oHV8ro/s1600-h/100_4119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/Susu7aLeT_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZvOA7oHV8ro/s320/100_4119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398460176508276722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori has been seeing her bed a lot. She has taken to fussing over the least  little thing, including throwing huge fits when Eli steps foot into her room.  She is getting quite selfish, and that fact lands her on her bed quite often  these days/. She sits there until given permission to get up and then vows she  won't make a fuss again. That remains to be seen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-755734005259618802?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/755734005259618802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=755734005259618802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/755734005259618802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/755734005259618802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2009/10/miss-fit.html' title='Miss Fit'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/Susu7aLeT_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZvOA7oHV8ro/s72-c/100_4119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-5954176789441643514</id><published>2009-10-22T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:17:30.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Pants, Then Not So Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/SuD1_bVcy-I/AAAAAAAAAUs/KQjvc7W2FJM/s1600-h/100_4123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/SuD1_bVcy-I/AAAAAAAAAUs/KQjvc7W2FJM/s320/100_4123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395582823608142818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;We figured Tori would be the one who was upset about not getting to go to Joe's.  We were wrong!  She was happy as a clam to go eat pizza and see her Aunt and Uncle's.  Its been a long time since we've been to Pizza Inn, but Tori missed it so!  The only problem with her is that she gets too distracted with everything around her and it takes her hours to eat.  I had to keep reminding her to heat her food, so we could get out of there before it was their bed time.  She enjoyed the night out and played with her Aunt and Uncle's outside while Christian ate.  She had her problems though.  She threw a fit when they told her to get out of the street.  She threw a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; fit when it was time to go home.  All of her crying caused Eli to get scared and he screamed at the top of his lungs until we had to yell at Tori to stop crying.  She wasn't done with the fits though.  After brushing her teeth, she tried to go back into our room to watch her movie.  She had closed the door on her way out and attempted just once to open the door.  When she didn't get it the first time she screamed bloody murder.  Then it carried over to this morning.  She brought a small Care Bear and a sun visor to the sitters.  She couldn't get the visor to fit the Care bear and I couldn't either.  I told her it couldn't be done and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;screams&lt;/span&gt; came out again.  This time she got in trouble.  I yanked her out of her care seat, spanked her and sent her to the sitter's door while I got Eli out.  She howled all the way to the door, but calmed down by the time we went in the house.  She's in for a rude awakening because she's too old to be throwing those kind of fits over nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-5954176789441643514?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/5954176789441643514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=5954176789441643514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5954176789441643514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5954176789441643514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-pants-then-not-so-much.html' title='Happy Pants, Then Not So Much'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/SuD1_bVcy-I/AAAAAAAAAUs/KQjvc7W2FJM/s72-c/100_4123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-5844434757776662534</id><published>2009-10-15T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:40:16.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepyhead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/StfAvkj4hYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/GbwmiZG0_bM/s1600-h/100_4037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/StfAvkj4hYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/GbwmiZG0_bM/s320/100_4037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392991002300024194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori sleeps until the last possible moment every morning. I dress her while she sleeps, and then I haul her downstairs into the car. I don't think she says much. Poor girl. Mornings are not her thing. However, this morning, she woke up at 3, wanting to leave, and at 4, wanting to get dressed. Huts and I told her to go back to sleep. Lo and behold at 6, Miss Sleepyhead was back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-5844434757776662534?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/5844434757776662534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=5844434757776662534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5844434757776662534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/5844434757776662534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2009/10/sleepyhead.html' title='Sleepyhead'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/StfAvkj4hYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/GbwmiZG0_bM/s72-c/100_4037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-4589770782744661156</id><published>2009-10-15T19:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:34:36.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Whiny</title><content type='html'>Tori has entered a new phase of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whininess&lt;/span&gt;. She starts tearing up at the drop of a hat, mostly when nothing goes her way. We have no idea when this started, but we're hoping ti does not last. In the meantime, she is getting to know her room/bed really well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-4589770782744661156?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/4589770782744661156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=4589770782744661156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/4589770782744661156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/4589770782744661156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2009/10/miss-whiny.html' title='Miss Whiny'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-4370080163604586262</id><published>2009-10-07T19:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:03:10.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and the Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/Ss0sD9lOWiI/AAAAAAAAATs/W1GahyNE8UQ/s1600-h/100_4071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/Ss0sD9lOWiI/AAAAAAAAATs/W1GahyNE8UQ/s320/100_4071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390012775614274082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After very little sleep due to Ollie and Eli, I managed to pull it together  and have some fun with Ollie and Tori on Monday. We played dollhouse, ate at  Chilis and shopped at the toy store. Then we came home and played for a while  before Huts and Eli came home. It was a fun day for the three of us, and we're  supposed to do it again soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-4370080163604586262?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/4370080163604586262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=4370080163604586262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/4370080163604586262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/4370080163604586262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-and-kids.html' title='Me and the Kids'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/Ss0sD9lOWiI/AAAAAAAAATs/W1GahyNE8UQ/s72-c/100_4071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-7040072447175416833</id><published>2009-09-23T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T18:43:07.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom-Daughter Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/SrqyaTg4O0I/AAAAAAAAATM/Q99giH9sSBg/s1600-h/100_4015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384812469459368770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/SrqyaTg4O0I/AAAAAAAAATM/Q99giH9sSBg/s320/100_4015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am trying to find a day for Tori and me to have some fun. Friday is out due to the prospect of rain. Maybe Monday. We're going to do a little shopping and have some lunch. We might even go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-7040072447175416833?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7040072447175416833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=7040072447175416833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7040072447175416833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7040072447175416833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2009/09/mom-daughter-day.html' title='Mom-Daughter Day'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/SrqyaTg4O0I/AAAAAAAAATM/Q99giH9sSBg/s72-c/100_4015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-7539318344478421302</id><published>2009-09-14T20:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:09:30.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Darth Vader, Wonder Woman &amp; Sock Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/Ss0tsROmzkI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-JnDJ4ZFoHE/s1600-h/100_4019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/Ss0tsROmzkI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-JnDJ4ZFoHE/s320/100_4019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390014567594511938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's official. There will be no theme this year in the kids' Halloween costumes. Christian has a fascination with Darth Vader right now, even after seeing how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anakin&lt;/span&gt; became Darth Vader. Tori has no interest in Star Wars. She was going to be Tinker Bell, until a couple of days ago when she announced she would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wunna&lt;/span&gt; Women. Eli gets no choice; Dad picked out something warm for him that hopefully he can handle. Stay tuned for photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-7539318344478421302?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7539318344478421302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=7539318344478421302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7539318344478421302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/7539318344478421302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2009/09/darth-vader-wonder-woman-sock-monkey.html' title='Darth Vader, Wonder Woman &amp; Sock Monkey'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/Ss0tsROmzkI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-JnDJ4ZFoHE/s72-c/100_4019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-6749579902527810611</id><published>2009-08-31T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:35:00.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Clean And Ready For Her Return</title><content type='html'>Tori's room is all clean and waiting for her to come home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; dolls are in place, the dress-up clothes are tucked away and the room is a mass of peaceful pink and purple. Eli doesn't even seem interested in it now that Miss Chatterbox is not in there to yell at him and make him laugh. Oh Tori, your room is yearning for your return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-6749579902527810611?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/6749579902527810611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=6749579902527810611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/6749579902527810611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/6749579902527810611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-clean-and-ready-for-her-return.html' title='All Clean And Ready For Her Return'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-42167407049499801</id><published>2009-08-28T21:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:34:29.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement</title><content type='html'>The weekend is about to start, and Tori is totally looking forward to it. She knows she has the next two days at home, the following four days at Sharon's, the Friday with Mom and Eli. the weekend with everyone and Grandma and Grandpa, and Monday with the family. She is psyched!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-42167407049499801?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/42167407049499801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=42167407049499801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/42167407049499801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/42167407049499801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2009/08/excitement.html' title='Excitement'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-2390207591744879061</id><published>2009-08-11T18:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:53:17.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Annie's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/SoIEFYV-LrI/AAAAAAAAASc/lvLBAFqTx1c/s1600-h/Tori+floating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/SoIEFYV-LrI/AAAAAAAAASc/lvLBAFqTx1c/s320/Tori+floating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368858196259516082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;The kids have been barely home 3 days and they went to stay the night and day with their Aunt Annie.  Tori did not want to go to the sitter's today because she was so ready to go.  She always has to be doing something, its a nightmare in her eyes when she has to go to bed and get up the next morning for the sitter's.  She still has a full year of going to the sitter's before she starts school next fall.  Luckily she starts swimming in Sept.  Then in the winter or spring we are looking at putting her into dance or gymnastics.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;She still likes to play tea party at home with all her dolls.  She brings chairs, dolls and plates for her tea parties to the chalk table.  She positions her dolls exactly how she wants them and then they have a snack.  Each doll speaks through Tori and they talk about all kinds of things.  None of which can be interrupted by a parent asking what Tori is talking about.  We get a "I wasn't talking to you, my dolly was talking".  Sorry to interrupt that conversation!  I'm sure it won't be long and we'll be watching plays in the near future.  I'm sure she'll get her brothers to participate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/SoIEP0HlrOI/AAAAAAAAASk/7eunvZfCVhA/s1600-h/Tori+floating+in+noodle.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/SoIEP0HlrOI/AAAAAAAAASk/7eunvZfCVhA/s320/Tori+floating+in+noodle.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368858375514074338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-2390207591744879061?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/2390207591744879061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=2390207591744879061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2390207591744879061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2390207591744879061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2009/08/off-to-annies.html' title='Off to Annie&apos;s'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/SoIEFYV-LrI/AAAAAAAAASc/lvLBAFqTx1c/s72-c/Tori+floating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-2859822393816232795</id><published>2009-08-10T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:14:19.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy</title><content type='html'>Tori has taken to calling me Mommy and she says it about every minute or so. It drives me a little batty, but I am trying to be patient and grin and bear it. She has a lot of requests and lot of questions, which I don't always know the answer to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I took the time to fix her doll's wild hair, and she isn't fond of that at all. She hasn't removed the dog tails, but it's coming. She likes the wild and crazy look I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-2859822393816232795?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/2859822393816232795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=2859822393816232795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2859822393816232795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2859822393816232795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2009/08/mommy.html' title='Mommy'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-2126563912246892957</id><published>2009-07-31T18:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:33:38.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Girl</title><content type='html'>Tori is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt;' her time at Uncle Frankie's. She has latched onto cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kassy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kassy's&lt;/span&gt; mom Melissa. She is eating up the attention and all the time on the trampoline and four-wheeler. If we're lucky, we'll get her home without too much of a fight soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-2126563912246892957?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/2126563912246892957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=2126563912246892957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2126563912246892957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2126563912246892957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2009/07/busy-girl.html' title='Busy Girl'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-1690182833074389661</id><published>2009-07-01T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:39:33.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/Skwd2UeDKmI/AAAAAAAAAR8/pnP4Gfgk1VU/s1600-h/100_3752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/Skwd2UeDKmI/AAAAAAAAAR8/pnP4Gfgk1VU/s320/100_3752.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353686876081564258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;The first 2 days of this week, Tori has been sad  that she has to go to the sitter's.  She's missing her Mommy!  Today she got to  spend the morning with her Mommy due to the sitter not being able to watch her  the kids today.  She was excited!  They had a bit of excitement at home when  they discovered Piper was bleeding.  Apparently they cats got in a fight while  we were sleeping and Piper got it good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;The kids discovered the carnage and 'helped' Mommy clean up.   I'm sure she'll have a great story to tell tomorrow.  Her day with Mommy ended  at noon as her Uncle Dale came to take care of them in the afternoon.  I'm sure  she'll be sad, but she'll get another day with Mommy sometime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-1690182833074389661?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/1690182833074389661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=1690182833074389661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/1690182833074389661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/1690182833074389661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2009/07/missing-mommy.html' title='Missing Mommy'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/Skwd2UeDKmI/AAAAAAAAAR8/pnP4Gfgk1VU/s72-c/100_3752.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-2119959566034591531</id><published>2009-06-30T19:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:07:54.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/Skqn08x9cMI/AAAAAAAAARk/OCCPsAqE-E4/s1600-h/100_3752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/Skqn08x9cMI/AAAAAAAAARk/OCCPsAqE-E4/s320/100_3752.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353275635193966786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We let the kids know this morning that the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; is coming. Of course,  they related the shooting of fireworks to some episode of Sponge Bob. We  passed by a fireworks stand and are wondering if Annie can shoot them at  her house. You can't do it in Peoria because of local laws, but maybe it  is allowed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mossville&lt;/span&gt;. I will be checking that out. If not, the kids  will have to settle for sparklers and stink bombs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-2119959566034591531?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/2119959566034591531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=2119959566034591531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2119959566034591531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/2119959566034591531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2009/06/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MT2cE2LUseI/Skqn08x9cMI/AAAAAAAAARk/OCCPsAqE-E4/s72-c/100_3752.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13542143.post-8757216643207690154</id><published>2009-06-25T18:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:49:35.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Helper</title><content type='html'>Tori is a great helper, unlike her big brother. She picks things up and never has a problem when we ask her to help. She helped pick up the blocks last night, while Christian snuck off and hemmed and hawed to get out of it. She helps with Eli too, who thinks she is hilarious. She can make him laugh like nothing, Last night, she made cookie bars. What a helper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13542143-8757216643207690154?l=squirmyworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/feeds/8757216643207690154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13542143&amp;postID=8757216643207690154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/8757216643207690154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13542143/posts/default/8757216643207690154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirmyworm.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-helper.html' title='Big Helper'/><author><name>H.U.T.S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
