<?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:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736</id><updated>2010-04-29T00:11:38.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabby's Gab</title><subtitle type='html'>gabbing since September 27, 2006</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/rss/atom.xml'/><author><name>Kenton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06966528918979300607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>500</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-845322799250662646</id><published>2010-04-28T21:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:14:16.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Arabic Fun</title><summary type='text'>I am still working on getting photos up from our visit with my grandparents in California.  For now, here is a cute video of my grandfather playing a little game in Arabic with Gabby.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/845322799250662646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=845322799250662646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/845322799250662646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/845322799250662646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/04/arabic-fun.html' title='Arabic Fun'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-3239265654168455275</id><published>2010-04-28T12:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T12:51:06.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Mother's Day Breakfast</title><summary type='text'>Kenton's step-sister Micki will be out of town for Mother's Day, so they invited us to celebrate early at a girls' breakfast this morning.  We met up at Cracker Barrel and had a good time (in between my daughter's short whining and crying fits...oh 3-yr-olds...). Here's a pic of just the girls!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/3239265654168455275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=3239265654168455275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/3239265654168455275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/3239265654168455275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/04/early-mothers-day-breakfast.html' title='Early Mother&apos;s Day Breakfast'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-7814013198297775246</id><published>2010-04-27T11:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T11:22:50.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty in Pink</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/7814013198297775246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=7814013198297775246' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/7814013198297775246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/7814013198297775246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/04/pretty-in-pink.html' title='Pretty in Pink'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-2874410966063908336</id><published>2010-04-16T21:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T23:22:06.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland</title><summary type='text'>Day 2 began early as we headed to Disneyland, aiming to get there close to when it opened.  We were pleasantly surprised to see Mickey and Goofy walking around near the main entrance, so we quickly got some autographs and photos.The photo above is one of my favorites.  She just looks like she is in awe of Mickey!Unfortunately, there were so many people around, I couldn't get a really great shot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/2874410966063908336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=2874410966063908336' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/2874410966063908336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/2874410966063908336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/04/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-1372677649522430647</id><published>2010-04-16T21:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:55:20.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our California Adventure</title><summary type='text'>For Spring Break this year, we decided we were long past due for a trip to Santa Barbara, CA to see my grandparents.  Since Gabby is in her "princess" phase, we thought it might be cool to made a detour down to Anaheim to visit Disneyland and Disney's California Adventure.  I took about 600 photos over the course of the trip, so I am breaking up the posts to ensure that I capture everything.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/1372677649522430647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=1372677649522430647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/1372677649522430647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/1372677649522430647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/04/our-california-adventure.html' title='Our California Adventure'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-8143283973345774704</id><published>2010-03-25T08:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:45:28.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Braggart</title><summary type='text'>(Photos to come as soon as blogger decides to be a cooperative blogging site.)braggart [ˈbrægət]n a person who boasts loudly or exaggeratedly; braggeradj boastfulI'll admit it.  I'm a bit of a braggart when it comes to my kid.  I don't know that I do it loudly or exaggeratedly, but I brag on her.  The fact is, she's a great kid.  When she was between 18 months and 2, I had trouble bragging on her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/8143283973345774704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=8143283973345774704' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/8143283973345774704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/8143283973345774704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/03/braggart.html' title='Braggart'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-6510383548019497280</id><published>2010-03-24T11:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T11:58:02.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Babies</title><summary type='text'>Today I reminded Gabrielle that her friend's mommy has a baby in her belly.  This is the conversation that followed:Gabby: "Is it a girl baby or a boy baby?"Me: "A girl baby."Gabby: "Good.  I like girl babies.  Boy babies are yucky."Me: "What?!?!  You like all of your friends' little brothers.  What are you going to say if someday Mommy and Daddy decide to have another baby?"Gabby: "I'd say, 'Is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/6510383548019497280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=6510383548019497280' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/6510383548019497280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/6510383548019497280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/03/boy-babies.html' title='Boy Babies'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-4113300544227414377</id><published>2010-03-09T13:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T13:54:37.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Princess...Tricks are for Kids</title><summary type='text'>I found this image online today and thought it was hysterical.  This goes out to all of those parents out there who sometimes want to give a noogie to Alice in Wonderland or stick their tongues out at those blasted Disney Princesses.  If anything, show this to your 3-year-old and you'll get a good laugh out of her.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/4113300544227414377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=4113300544227414377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/4113300544227414377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/4113300544227414377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/03/silly-princesstricks-are-for-kids.html' title='Silly Princess...Tricks are for Kids'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-99203121073716432</id><published>2010-03-01T08:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T08:54:02.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whenever I Wake Up...</title><summary type='text'>I left to take out the trash this morning and when I came back in, this is what I saw......and then she said, "And when I am finished, I am going to wipe MYSELF off!"  Okay, Miss Independent!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/99203121073716432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=99203121073716432' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/99203121073716432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/99203121073716432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/03/whenever-i-wake-up.html' title='Whenever I Wake Up...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-7604515979792296661</id><published>2010-02-28T22:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:07:56.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping with a Hottie</title><summary type='text'>Guess who I shared a bed with last night while Kenton was away?  No, it wasn't this guy......but he is pretty "McDreamy."  (Hardy-har-har)  It wasn't this hottie either......although I could think of how NOT to lose him in 10 days.Nope, not that guy above either.  I'm pretty sure he has been pretty busy with Renee Zellweger lately.Oh yeah.  Wish it were this dude from Brothers and Sisters, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/7604515979792296661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=7604515979792296661' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/7604515979792296661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/7604515979792296661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/02/sleeping-with-hottie.html' title='Sleeping with a Hottie'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-8139969330090959155</id><published>2010-02-28T21:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T08:58:35.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabby Klum</title><summary type='text'>Kenton is on a business trip and Gabby and I have been filling our time with coloring, baby dolls, books, movies, and crafts.  We did take a trip to church today as well, which was really nice.  The biggest event of the day was the massive tantrum my daughter threw when I asked her to wear this cute dress and the adorable coordinating red tweed jacket (with faux white fur collar and trim on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/8139969330090959155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=8139969330090959155' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/8139969330090959155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/8139969330090959155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/02/gabby-klum.html' title='Gabby Klum'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-9117474704831967781</id><published>2010-02-28T21:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:01:34.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>D.C. Daddy</title><summary type='text'>Daddy is in Washington D.C. and his girls are very sad without him here.  Miss you, Daddy!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/9117474704831967781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=9117474704831967781' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/9117474704831967781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/9117474704831967781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/02/dc-daddy.html' title='D.C. Daddy'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-2149293629542234037</id><published>2010-02-26T12:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T12:11:06.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dora's in Color</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/2149293629542234037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=2149293629542234037' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/2149293629542234037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/2149293629542234037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/02/doras-in-color.html' title='Dora&apos;s in Color'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-2718316809851032780</id><published>2010-02-25T20:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:08:22.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What are we going to do with this kid?</title><summary type='text'>A video fresh from the archives...


</summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9ca043c3145e1d9b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/2718316809851032780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=2718316809851032780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/2718316809851032780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/2718316809851032780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/02/what-are-we-going-to-do-with-this-kid.html' title='What are we going to do with this kid?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-1340008580895176532</id><published>2010-02-25T18:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:10:54.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint by Letter</title><summary type='text'>Gabrielle was begging to paint with her "messy paints," as she called them, today.  I don't mind the "messy paints" but they do take a lot of time to get out, set up, and then clean up.  I wanted to do something new with her craft time today, so I combined the idea of "color by number" and the actions of using a Lite Brite to make "Paint by Letter."  I printed off a Disney princess coloring page </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/1340008580895176532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=1340008580895176532' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/1340008580895176532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/1340008580895176532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/02/paint-by-letter.html' title='Paint by Letter'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-7002589113959901234</id><published>2010-02-20T20:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:46:26.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Filters</title><summary type='text'>After an impromptu photoshoot this afternoon, I decided to have a little fun with the filters that Picasa (photo editing program available from Google) had to offer.  Some of these were too sweet by themselves, but the filter effects gave them a different feel.  It was really fun to see how the look of the photo changed with the added effects!  In the one above, I wanted to focus on Gabrielle's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/7002589113959901234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=7002589113959901234' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/7002589113959901234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/7002589113959901234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/02/fun-with-filters.html' title='Fun with Filters'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-4188957100995282890</id><published>2010-02-18T10:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:43:35.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Do's and Don'ts</title><summary type='text'>Dear Gabrielle,You have beautiful, gorgeous hair.  It isn't as dark as mine and is much more fine, but it is still very pretty.  You are extremely obsessed with your hair at your current age.  I'm hoping it is a phase.  I often hear, "my hair is ugly" or right when you wake up, "Mommy!  My hair is so messy!" through tears and whines.  You are a girl who likes to have your hair "done."  Here are a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/4188957100995282890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=4188957100995282890' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/4188957100995282890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/4188957100995282890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/02/hair-dos-and-donts.html' title='Hair Do&apos;s and Don&apos;ts'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-142553817321543475</id><published>2010-02-18T10:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:24:41.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Subject</title><summary type='text'> You know when you take a photo and you look at it and say, "I love that picture."  The one above is my favorite photo of Jack.  I love how his little ear is perked, his head slightly tilted, his eyes so focused.  He is a photographer's dream subject.  He is cute, has stark color contrasts in his fur, an adorable patch over one eye and ear, a handsome little dog beard, sit very still, and will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/142553817321543475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=142553817321543475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/142553817321543475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/142553817321543475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/02/my-best-subject.html' title='My Best Subject'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-8164915628502220454</id><published>2010-02-10T11:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:52:46.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Pacers Game</title><summary type='text'>Kenton saw an awesome deal online this past week for free Pacers tickets (well, plus some service fees of course).  He and Gabby were going to make a daddy/daughter date out of it, but I was able to tag along since my voice classes had been canceled due to the snow.  Kenton's step-sister Johnna works as a server at the Varsity Club, a restaurant where you can sit at the railing and watch the game</summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2b4f39b23e37ec1b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3d8627c8c1fd4d5d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c51439b85ba2368e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cb6375b39c55bce&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/8164915628502220454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=8164915628502220454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/8164915628502220454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/8164915628502220454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/02/first-pacers-game.html' title='First Pacers Game'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-7305432009373105691</id><published>2010-02-09T15:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T15:38:41.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesdays with Moira-ie....well, I tried</title><summary type='text'>My niece Moira provided me with these gems over the Christmas holiday..."Hmm...wonder if Aunt Emily thinks I'm cute...""Yeah, of course she does.  I mean, look at me! I'm adorable!""Hahaha...I'm going to laugh because they say your smile is the most genuine while laughing.""Oh my goodness.  I can't stand how adorable I am!  I even have a cute bib!""Uh, Aunt Emily?  Is that a lip ring or the side </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/7305432009373105691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=7305432009373105691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/7305432009373105691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/7305432009373105691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/02/tuesdays-with-moira-iewell-i-tried.html' title='Tuesdays with Moira-ie....well, I tried'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-8800409908246553465</id><published>2010-02-09T15:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T15:32:33.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What?  Christmas?</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I KNOW I am so behind on photos. Since I received my new camera, I have slowed down on blogging because I have to compress all of the photos and it has just added another step to blogging! Anyway, I'm trying to get back on track. So, with that being said, please enjoy the following CHRISTMAS photos and please forgive the fact that there is no narration along with them!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/8800409908246553465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=8800409908246553465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/8800409908246553465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/8800409908246553465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/02/what-christmas.html' title='What?  Christmas?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-8415701982799835000</id><published>2010-02-08T12:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:23:34.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cual es su nombre?</title><summary type='text'>Look what our little smartie has learned how to do! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/8415701982799835000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=8415701982799835000' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/8415701982799835000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/8415701982799835000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/02/cual-es-su-nombre.html' title='Cual es su nombre?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-8009217091967846937</id><published>2010-01-07T14:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:35:26.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of These Days These Boots Are Gonna Walk All Over You</title><summary type='text'>What does it take to make a 3-yr-old really happy on a day filled with falling snow?  Apparently a new pair of snow boots."Hey, Mom!  Look at my new boots!""Even the bottoms of them are awesome. See?""I'm hot stuff.  I'm hot stuff.  Look at me, I'm hot, hot stuff.." (Sung to "This Old Man")And when you think maybe the boots are getting uninteresting, count all of the stitches on them.  "Nope, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/8009217091967846937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=8009217091967846937' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/8009217091967846937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/8009217091967846937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/01/one-of-these-days-these-boots-are-gonna.html' title='One of These Days These Boots Are Gonna Walk All Over You'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-3153777570449325003</id><published>2010-01-07T07:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T07:53:55.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Love Her</title><summary type='text'>"I wish Molly (her baby doll) was a big kid, but I still love her even though she is just a baby."Poor Molly.  Guess Gabby isn't feeling the baby love this morning.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/3153777570449325003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=3153777570449325003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/3153777570449325003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/3153777570449325003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/01/i-still-love-her.html' title='I Still Love Her'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35200736.post-4833729347079167486</id><published>2010-01-06T17:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T17:26:08.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playdate with the Kistners</title><summary type='text'>I recently reconnected with one of my good friends from the Ball State Chamber Choir. Her daughter, Jilayne, is 4 and plays very well with Gabby. Her adorable son, Ben, is 2.5 and will be in the same grade as Gabby some day. They were too cute to not take photos of today when we went to their house for a playdate. Gabby was SO thrilled to be playing with anyone at all after being sick for so long</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/4833729347079167486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35200736&amp;postID=4833729347079167486' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/4833729347079167486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35200736/posts/default/4833729347079167486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.gabbysmith.com/blog/2010/01/playdate-with-kistners.html' title='Playdate with the Kistners'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063914297454243366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06791813817772249439'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
