<?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-9115151627710006164</id><updated>2011-08-02T19:28:49.291-07:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='pre-k'/><category term='preschool'/><category term='Club'/><category term='imagination'/><category term='ballet'/><category term='real life'/><title type='text'>My Friend the Munster</title><subtitle type='html'>and other imaginary tidbits....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-1607294926421820442</id><published>2011-03-03T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:32:05.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Haunted Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan and I had decided way back when that when Jo turned 5, we would re-decorate her room to whatever she wanted.  At one point she wanted hearts and bells.  Now she wants a haunted room with vampires.  I talked her out of the "haunted room" and we are now going to do Scooby Doo... and vampires.  And when looking at bed frames, she picks the girliest metal curly cue bed frames.  Odd girl.&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/9115151627710006164-1607294926421820442?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1607294926421820442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2011/03/haunted-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/1607294926421820442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/1607294926421820442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2011/03/haunted-room.html' title='Haunted Room'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-8911785425282911996</id><published>2011-03-03T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:26:52.735-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-k'/><title type='text'>Spelling Tests</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At Jo's school in Pre-K they start doing spelling test.  She has had several and has done so well on them!  One of them she only had one day to study her words and she got them all right, plus the bonus words!!!  Go Jozie!&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/9115151627710006164-8911785425282911996?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8911785425282911996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2011/03/spelling-tests.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/8911785425282911996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/8911785425282911996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2011/03/spelling-tests.html' title='Spelling Tests'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-3034292676544211319</id><published>2011-03-03T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T19:20:31.366-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-k'/><title type='text'>Boy Crazy?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jozie has had her first crush.  She likes a little boy in her class by the name of Jack.  I'm not suppose to know this info.  She only told Dan and told him not to tell me.  Woopsie!  She even asked him if he ever wanted to get married when he was older!  He didn't think so... So she didn't ask him part two of the question.  If he wanted to marry her!!!  I am in a world of hurt...&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/9115151627710006164-3034292676544211319?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3034292676544211319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2011/03/boy-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/3034292676544211319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/3034292676544211319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2011/03/boy-crazy.html' title='Boy Crazy?!?!?'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-8787623487125281745</id><published>2011-03-03T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T18:53:54.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Your Highness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not sure if she is being funny, crazy or a smart-aleck but Jo has started calling me "Your Highness" and asking what she can do for me.... Maybe I will use this to my advantage!&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/9115151627710006164-8787623487125281745?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8787623487125281745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2011/03/your-highness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/8787623487125281745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/8787623487125281745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2011/03/your-highness.html' title='Your Highness'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-685370737400103149</id><published>2010-08-18T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:53:20.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-k'/><title type='text'>Call from School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Still the first day of school... I get a call at work from Mrs Ivey!  Apparently Jozie has no lunch.  All she has in her lunchbox is water.  She didn't know if Jo had a backpack (who would expect the super shy, long haired, ribbon wearing girl to have a blue and black batman backpack).  What????  I call Dan, "Did I leave Jo's lunch on the counter?  Am I going crazy? Her school called and said she had no lunch".  Dan says he saw me put her lunch in her bag.  No lunch on the counter or in the fridge.  He gets a call from Mrs. Ivey.  Dan walks her through what she has and the container it was in (2 Dinosaur shaped sandwiches and a cookie in a clear container).  While on the phone, Mrs Ivey ask Jozie, "What's that under your desk?".  Lo and behold, her lunch container fell out of her lunch box and apparently she didn't even notice.  They all thought we sent our kid to school with no food.  What a great way to start the year!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-685370737400103149?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/685370737400103149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/08/call-from-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/685370737400103149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/685370737400103149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/08/call-from-school.html' title='Call from School'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-3072034263449744651</id><published>2010-08-18T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:48:22.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-k'/><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was the first day of Pre-K!  Jozie's new teacher seems very nice.  She is very calm... a little odd with a room full of 4 year olds. :-)  I don't think Jo was very excited to go back to school.  I think she's found it quite entertaining to stay either at home or with her great grandparents all day long.  She chose a batman backpack and a littlest pet shop lunchbox.  Perfect mix of hardcore boy and princess girl.  When I left her in the morning, she awkwardly stood in the middle of the classroom, her shoulders scrunched up around her ears and just staring at everybody else.  She didn't cry, but she certainly didn't know what to do.  I had to leave and let the professionals take over.  She is still the weird kid.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/9115151627710006164-3072034263449744651?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3072034263449744651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/3072034263449744651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/3072034263449744651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-8095394044171996906</id><published>2010-08-18T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:33:14.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><title type='text'>Is that a Unicorn Behind Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jozie has decided that she really likes the Unicorn costume Dan bought for her almost a year ago.  She wore it 2 days in a row.  She even wore it to her Grandma and Papa's house.  Papa took her out to the mall in it.  Awww... to be a kid again.  You can see a pic of her &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/2ddv9o"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  For her "going back to school party" she decided to wear cat ears and had me put cat make up on her.  But her can be shocked by her affinity for costuming when her dad is a &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/2duda0"&gt;robot&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-8095394044171996906?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8095394044171996906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-that-unicorn-behind-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/8095394044171996906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/8095394044171996906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-that-unicorn-behind-me.html' title='Is that a Unicorn Behind Me?'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-418427205507326448</id><published>2010-08-18T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:25:44.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Make Up Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jozie loooovvveeesss Make up.  She loves when I put make up on her.  I typically do not put it on her as just eyeshadow and lipstick.  We live in a make up fantasy world.  Sometimes it's swirls on the face, sometime's it's cat whiskers.  On the day &lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/Jozie/IMG_0673.jpg"&gt;this picture&lt;/a&gt; was taken, we just wanted to play with pretty colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-418427205507326448?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/418427205507326448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/08/make-up-action.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/418427205507326448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/418427205507326448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/08/make-up-action.html' title='Make Up Action'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-7316034987031350272</id><published>2010-08-18T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:21:54.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>BF in the CF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have a local performance artist, Brian Feldman.  One of his pieces this year was called  The Staring Contest.  For 30 hours at the Museum of Art, Brian would sit in a chair and just stair.  He had a chair across from him that you were encouraged to sit in and just sit and stare back.  Dan took Jozie for a little bit to this event and &lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/Jozie/IMG_0701.jpg"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;is the proof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-7316034987031350272?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7316034987031350272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/08/bf-in-cf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/7316034987031350272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/7316034987031350272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/08/bf-in-cf.html' title='BF in the CF'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-4976815925976254373</id><published>2010-08-18T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:16:57.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>School Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So throughout school Jozie brought home project after project.  We decided early on that we would put all the art she brought home in her room on her walls.  She was so proud of everything she brought home and we were grateful to share in her excitement.  I don't think I realized just how much there would be.  See for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/School%20Pics/IMG_0782.jpg"&gt;Wall 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/School%20Pics/IMG_0783.jpg"&gt;Wall 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/School%20Pics/IMG_0784.jpg"&gt;Wall 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/School%20Pics/IMG_0785.jpg"&gt;Wall 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/School%20Pics/IMG_0786.jpg"&gt;Wall 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-4976815925976254373?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4976815925976254373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-projects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/4976815925976254373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/4976815925976254373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-projects.html' title='School Projects'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-4844778715153874558</id><published>2010-08-18T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:08:58.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>Last Day of Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jo had a pretty awesome first year of school.  She learned her alphabet and numbers.  She learned to add and subtract.  She knows all her colors and she even tries to read.  She can spell her name and write out letters pretty legibly.  Potty training went awesome and she goes to the bathroom like an old pro.  Mrs. Viarella was great and helped Jo to really open up.  Jozie realized she was addicted to the treasure box and would do whatever she could to get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last day of school was Water Day.  They got to wear their bathing suits and they set up kiddie pools for the kids.  It was a good year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is a &lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/School%20Pics/IMG_0759.jpg"&gt;pic&lt;/a&gt; of the last day of school... how my little girl has grown!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-4844778715153874558?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4844778715153874558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-day-of-preschool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/4844778715153874558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/4844778715153874558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-day-of-preschool.html' title='Last Day of Preschool'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-7369339821415506973</id><published>2010-08-18T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:04:28.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballet'/><title type='text'>Ballet Recital</title><content type='html'>This year, Jozie decided she wanted to take ballet.  About half way through she decided she did not want to take it anymore... too bad so sad.  She had to finish out the last few weeks and perform in the recital.  I'm totally a bad mom.  Poor kid had a cold and I made her go to the recital.  They basically just ran through things that they do in class to demonstrate for the families.  It was cute and Jozie will probably never take ballet again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See pictures &lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/School%20Pics/IMG_0738.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/School%20Pics/IMG_0741.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-7369339821415506973?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7369339821415506973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/08/ballet-recital.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/7369339821415506973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/7369339821415506973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/08/ballet-recital.html' title='Ballet Recital'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-168750844762825819</id><published>2010-08-18T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:01:37.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>School Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jozie had her school recital "Songs from the Heart".  They sang songs by &lt;a href="http://www.mrrichard.net/"&gt;Mr. Richard&lt;/a&gt; (a local children's celebrity).  It was fun! I don't think she sang much, but she didn't cry and she smiled for the camera.  What more can you ask for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can see pictures &lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/School%20Pics/IMG_0530.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/School%20Pics/IMG_0532.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-168750844762825819?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/168750844762825819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-recital.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/168750844762825819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/168750844762825819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-recital.html' title='School Recital'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-80225714860060812</id><published>2010-08-18T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:53:30.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Overheard...</title><content type='html'>"Dad, if we recycle everything, can we recycle your car for a cool one?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mommy you're a robot". Pushes me with a finger. "Dance Mama, I pushed your groove button".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-80225714860060812?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/80225714860060812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/08/overheard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/80225714860060812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/80225714860060812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/08/overheard.html' title='Overheard...'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-8182903918241884970</id><published>2010-04-06T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:16:15.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Shut Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Soooo... one of my beagles Oz tends to be a little loud when he is going out the back door.  No matter what the time.  I try and shush him and occasionally say the dreaded "shut up".  Of course, Jo has picked up on this... just not quite right.  She was letting Oz out of his crate and as he was whining, Jo kept saying "Shut Down Oz, Shut Down!"  It took me a moment to get what she was trying to tell him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-8182903918241884970?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8182903918241884970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/04/shut-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/8182903918241884970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/8182903918241884970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/04/shut-down.html' title='Shut Down'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-7718052072688589295</id><published>2010-04-06T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:01:50.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>It's Dead Time</title><content type='html'>Oh Grandpa, thank you so much for teaching Jozie to stick her tongue out the side of her mouth, close her eyes, and exclaim "look mom!  I'm dead!".  Especially as we were sitting to see a preview of the Orlando Ballet in a room full of elderly people.  "I'm dead" is probably not something they want to hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-7718052072688589295?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7718052072688589295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-dead-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/7718052072688589295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/7718052072688589295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-dead-time.html' title='It&apos;s Dead Time'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-6607167496781721599</id><published>2010-04-06T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:58:22.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Tattoo Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jozie really likes my new tattoo.  She says she likes the "dancer" and her "name".  So score one for mom, or so I thought.  That was until she said, "Mommy, why did you get a tattoo that won't come off?".  I told her how much it means to me and so I wanted it on my body forever.  Her response? "Well Momma, I like my tattoos because I can put them on and then when I don't like it anymore, I can wash it off and I can put on another one!"  I told her that those are the best kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-6607167496781721599?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6607167496781721599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/04/tattoo-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/6607167496781721599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/6607167496781721599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/04/tattoo-time.html' title='Tattoo Time'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-3723619883075971161</id><published>2010-04-06T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:47:47.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Judgemental Much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jozie went with her Grandparents on a luncheon playdate with a girl she was meeting for the first time.  When I asked her if she had fun she said "Yes, she was nice!  She was pretty, but not as pretty as I thought she would be."  WHAT???  So we discussed it and it seems that this little girl was blonde, but Jozie thought she would look prettier with "our color hair".  What do you say to that?  I mean she thought she was pretty, just not apparently reaching her full beauty potential.  Who says this at 4?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-3723619883075971161?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3723619883075971161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/04/judgemental-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/3723619883075971161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/3723619883075971161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/04/judgemental-much.html' title='Judgemental Much?'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-2368091323165903663</id><published>2010-01-30T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T08:12:00.812-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Teachers Drive? I think not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As Dan picked Jo up from school yesterday, they were laying down some cement near her school for parking lot for the teachers (currently the teachers seem to park pretty far out and walk in).  Dan mentioned this to Jozie and she asked why they need a parking lot and Dan said to park their cars.  Jozie said that the teachers don't need cars, they walk to school.  Dan said "So you think all the teachers just live around here and walk?  What about Mary and Cari?  They're our friends and have cars and they're teachers".  Jozie said "Nope.  Real Teachers Do Not Drive Cars!".  Sorry teachers.... you aren't real if you drive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-2368091323165903663?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2368091323165903663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/teachers-drive-i-think-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/2368091323165903663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/2368091323165903663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/teachers-drive-i-think-not.html' title='Teachers Drive? I think not!'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-6161516303193563952</id><published>2010-01-30T07:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T08:03:12.909-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>Crazy Hat Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jozie's school had Crazy Hat Day on 1/29/10. If you wanted to make / wear a hat you paid $1 to help them raise money for some new recess equipment. Jozie was definitely down with it. She wanted to make a hat they had on nickjr.com with Hoho. He is a little monkey on the show Ni Hao Kai Lan. Dan said she looked like a monkey pope because the hat stood straight off her head. Here is Jozie wearing her homemade Ni Hao Kai Lan Hoho hat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/School%20Pics/102_0723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 800px;" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/School%20Pics/102_0723.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9115151627710006164-6161516303193563952?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6161516303193563952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/crazy-hat-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/6161516303193563952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/6161516303193563952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/crazy-hat-day.html' title='Crazy Hat Day'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/School%20Pics/th_102_0723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-7219071553852510255</id><published>2010-01-30T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T07:55:59.913-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Loverly Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I tell Jozie I love her she says she loves me more and then I say, no I love you more and so on and so forth.  Lately she is telling me that her love is longer than mine!  I don't mind that her love is longer than mine (although I disagree with it), but it makes me all warm and fuzzy when she says it :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-7219071553852510255?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7219071553852510255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/loverly-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/7219071553852510255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/7219071553852510255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/loverly-love.html' title='Loverly Love'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-3940064856017320012</id><published>2010-01-30T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T07:53:51.568-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><title type='text'>Couget has 3 Puppies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The truth is out!  Couget is a girl and has had 3 puppies of her own!  2 twin girls and a boy.  I have yet to see Couget or her 3 puppies, but I'm sure they are adorable.  Congratulations Couget!  If you need anything, we're here for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-3940064856017320012?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3940064856017320012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/couget-has-3-puppies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/3940064856017320012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/3940064856017320012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/couget-has-3-puppies.html' title='Couget has 3 Puppies!'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-6609303483327920478</id><published>2010-01-30T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T07:51:55.465-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Camping Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jozie got it in her head that she wanted to camp. I have no clue why... we've never suggested it... ever... So Dan bought her a cute little Ni-Hao Kai-Lan tent at Target and we "camped" out in the living room. Until it was time to go to sleep... she wanted to sleep in bed. So now we just have this tent in our living room. It ended up serving it's purpose because the other night Jozie got tired, went in her tent (I thought to play) and she fell asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the proof:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/Jozie/102_0720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/Jozie/102_0720.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9115151627710006164-6609303483327920478?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6609303483327920478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/camping-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/6609303483327920478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/6609303483327920478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/camping-out.html' title='Camping Out'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/Jozie/th_102_0720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-1220832526438420214</id><published>2010-01-30T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T07:42:55.808-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>Etiquette</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another class that Jozie is taking is Etiquette class.  Now the etiquette teacher visits her classroom every Thursday, but this is part of their after school program.  A whole 1 hr 15 minutes of etiquette.  In one class she has learned how to cut food (although she had to cut up melon... which she doesn't like... so she did not eat any).  She also learned how to introduce people to each other, but wouldn't actually do it when Dan came to pick her up.  She was suppose to introduce him to her teacher... she clammed up like normal.  They also learned the proper way to use a napkin.  Unfortunately Jozie was sick last week and missed her second out of four lessons.  And today I had to tell her to get her feet off the table, so it's important she makes these classes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The class is suppose to be with the girls being princesses and the boys being knights and they are "eating in a castle".    Well I told Jozie this and she took me pretty literal.  When Dan came and picked her up she complained about not really eating in a castle.  Oopsie!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-1220832526438420214?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1220832526438420214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/etiquette.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/1220832526438420214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/1220832526438420214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/etiquette.html' title='Etiquette'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-7375399692722203077</id><published>2010-01-30T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T07:23:07.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>Ballet Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/School%20Pics/102_0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 800px;" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/School%20Pics/102_0718.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballet class started for Jozie on January 25th and Jozie loved it!  She was spinning and doing pirouettes in the house.  It's only a 30 minute class and it's what her school offers as an after school program.  I think this spring the Orlando Ballet Company is doing a show for kids as part of their family series and hopefully I will be able to take Jo. I think she would really like it!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Jo trying out her new clothes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9115151627710006164-7375399692722203077?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7375399692722203077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/ballet-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/7375399692722203077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/7375399692722203077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/ballet-time.html' title='Ballet Time'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/School%20Pics/th_102_0718.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-3104147834642196641</id><published>2010-01-30T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T07:10:29.388-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Farts Galore</title><content type='html'>Last night Jozie was bothering Dan about getting her something to eat (anybody who has spent time in my house notices that my daughter eats every 15 minutes all day long... seriously).  Well as Dan got up off the couch, Jozie literally right behind him, he farted.  I started laughing.  Jozie asked why I was laughing, I told her because Dad farted on her.  She was mad that I made a mistake in what I said.  She corrected me in a rather stern voice, "He did not fart ON me, he just farted in my face".  Needless to say, I stood corrected and died laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-3104147834642196641?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3104147834642196641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/farts-galore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/3104147834642196641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/3104147834642196641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/farts-galore.html' title='Farts Galore'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-2345551767909366847</id><published>2010-01-30T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T06:50:18.991-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Gross Bird</title><content type='html'>Jozie came up and asked me what a Gross Bird was.  I wasn't sure if it was some kind of joke or something... I just answered by saying "umm... a bird that's gross?"  She said, "no daddy says I fall down because I'm having a gross bird".  Dan started laughing.  "I said Growth Spurt, not Gross Bird".   After laughing, I explained what a growth spurt was.  I didn't have the heart to tell her that she's also just clumsy like me and her dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-2345551767909366847?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2345551767909366847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/gross-bird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/2345551767909366847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/2345551767909366847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/gross-bird.html' title='Gross Bird'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-356013212612542319</id><published>2009-12-31T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T08:18:02.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>New Years Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan explained to Jozie about the New Years and the ball dropping in New York. She is now set on going to New York and watching the ball drop. I told her that we are just going to watch it here in the house because New York is alittle far for us to be driving tonight, and she is not happy about it. She really wants a New Years party. So it is 8:45pm and we are leaving to go to Kmart to get "party supplies" for our New Years party at our house... with just Jozie and I. Look for pictures to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Update:&lt;/b&gt; We had a blast on New Years. K-mart sucks for supplies. But we bought clappers and construction paper and with the help of nickjr.com made hats and pipe cleaner fireworks.  See the fun below!  Also, after we said Happy News Years, I started cleaning up and Jozie said "what's next for the party?"  I had to disappoint her and tell her that was it.... she was not impressed.  Maybe she will just sleep through next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/Jozie/102_0666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/Jozie/102_0666.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/Jozie/102_0663.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/Jozie/102_0663.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9115151627710006164-356013212612542319?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/356013212612542319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/356013212612542319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/356013212612542319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-blues.html' title='New Years Blues'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/Jozie/th_102_0666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-6824334242459786483</id><published>2009-12-31T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:35:52.194-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>3 going on 16</title><content type='html'>Jo and I were driving to the mall today and there were two men on motorcycles next to us at the stop light.  I noticed that Jozie had stopped talking and when I looked back she was waving and giggling at these two guys!  They weren't even looking at her.  I asked her "are you waving to those two guys?"  and she answered "Yes, I like their motorcycles and helmets.  They have skulls on them!"  Awww great.... Finally they turned around and noticed her and smiled and waved.  She then was all caught up in seeing where they went after the light turned green.  They had left us in the dust of course.  When did she start liking boys?  I need to make sure the girls club is still alive and well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-6824334242459786483?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6824334242459786483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-going-on-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/6824334242459786483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/6824334242459786483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-going-on-16.html' title='3 going on 16'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-7359819086135084545</id><published>2009-12-22T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:27:13.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>Grades</title><content type='html'>Jo got her report card and she seems to be doing well.  She mainly got satisfactory and a few excellents.  There are some stuff she has to work on, like knowing our address, phone number, and 911.  Some other things, I think have to do more with her being really quiet in class.  Like one of the things she has to work on is class participation.  She is so quiet in class.  Little by little she is coming out of her shell, but she is so scared of getting pennies taken away and not getting to go in the treasure box that she doesn't want to ever be loud in class.   Good for the teacher, but then it just seems that she is extra introverted.  Oh well... it will all work out in the end.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the things I have been afraid of is that due to her being quiet (and tiny) the other kids would treat her like a doll baby and she wouldn't learn to do things on her own.  I know somebody who's daughter is now in 2/3rd grade and had that issue when she was in preschool and now has issues with her daughter not even being able to complete tests in the time frame allotted.  So one of the good things that came out of the parent / teacher conference was that Mrs. V said that another little girl was hovering over Jozie and doing things like pulling chairs out for her and helping her walk around (the other little girl is big for a preschooler, in my opinion) and was basically treating Jozie like a doll.  Mrs V saw this and then told the other little girl to leave Jozie alone, that she was big enough to do things on her own.   I was glad to hear that her teacher is aware that this can happen and making sure it doesn't.  Yay for great schools and wonderful teachers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-7359819086135084545?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7359819086135084545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/12/grades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/7359819086135084545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/7359819086135084545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/12/grades.html' title='Grades'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-307413894686506770</id><published>2009-12-22T19:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:18:11.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Observation Song</title><content type='html'>Last night there was a trailer for the Chimpunks movie (the Squeakwal) and the little chipettes were singing "Single Ladies".  Jo decided to make up her own version:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you like it then you shoulda put a "insert anything she sees here" on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we had...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you like it then you shoulda put a marshmellow on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you like it then you shoulda put a cup on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you like it then you shoulda put soup on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh oh oh oh oh oh.... there was also a bowl, a couch, a bed, a crown, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-307413894686506770?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/307413894686506770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/12/observation-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/307413894686506770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/307413894686506770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/12/observation-song.html' title='Observation Song'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-6259181699042833578</id><published>2009-11-25T19:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:45:10.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>You be the Waiter</title><content type='html'>Jozie was playing "cook" with my grandma, mom and I.  We all had to take turns "making" food for each other.  Jozie finally told my mom that she would have to be the waiter.  My mom didn't seem excited about serving everybody else until Jozie said "Grandma you be the waiter.  You sit down and wait over there and I will get you food."  Yep, the waiter just waits to be served :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-6259181699042833578?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6259181699042833578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-be-waiter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/6259181699042833578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/6259181699042833578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-be-waiter.html' title='You be the Waiter'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-2405963106149855055</id><published>2009-11-25T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T13:39:15.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Finished Dress One!</title><content type='html'>I bought a pattern to make dresses for Jo and I finally finished one of the two dresses.  I put it on her and... it's too big!!!  uggggghhhhh!!!!  I guess I will just take it in a bit on the sides, but what a pain after working on it (albeit on and off) for like 2 weeks now!  My daughter is too skinny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-2405963106149855055?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2405963106149855055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/11/finished-dress-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/2405963106149855055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/2405963106149855055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/11/finished-dress-one.html' title='Finished Dress One!'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-4745356170658200638</id><published>2009-11-18T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:27:32.630-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>Ride'em Cowgirl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/School%20Pics/102_0598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 800px;" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/School%20Pics/102_0598.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jozie's school had their annual Fall Festival and we had a blast!!!  Jozie was so excited to dress up in western wear to school and then to hang out afterwards and watch hula hoop competitions (I was so jealous of these little girls), get her face painted and "milk a cow"!  Ok so the last one was just a game and not a real cow or milk... but it was still funny.  Here is just one picture of Jozie getting ready for the day!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9115151627710006164-4745356170658200638?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4745356170658200638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/11/rideem-cowgirl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/4745356170658200638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/4745356170658200638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/11/rideem-cowgirl.html' title='Ride&apos;em Cowgirl!'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/School%20Pics/th_102_0598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-3662375103571650353</id><published>2009-11-18T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:22:34.504-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Wishing on a Dandelion</title><content type='html'>Jozie wished on a dandelion that she would get a baby sister.  She needs to start wishing for money... that would help with getting a baby sister!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-3662375103571650353?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3662375103571650353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/11/wishing-on-dandelion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/3662375103571650353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/3662375103571650353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/11/wishing-on-dandelion.html' title='Wishing on a Dandelion'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-6672890668734329115</id><published>2009-11-18T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:19:30.165-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Club'/><title type='text'>The Girl Club</title><content type='html'>Today Jozie told me that she is in the "All Girl Club".  And Ava (a girl in her school) is in the all girl club.  Oh and I'm in the club.  Another little girl, Carys, does not want to be in the club.  When I asked her why, she said "I don't know.  I'm trying to find out".  She then proceeded to say "Up to Girls, Down to Boys".  This club will definitely not allow in papa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-6672890668734329115?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6672890668734329115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/11/girl-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/6672890668734329115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/6672890668734329115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/11/girl-club.html' title='The Girl Club'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-6906812205231434022</id><published>2009-11-18T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:14:19.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Jozie is mmm.. Fresh</title><content type='html'>2 things that happened in a matter of 10 minutes:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was covering a bra for a costume a Jozie walked up to me and said "Mommy, why are you putting fabric on that boobie cover?  What is that thing called?"  I was laughing so hard I was almost in tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she comes back into the room and says "Mommy, I'm going to show you my butt", then she proceeded to turn around and moon me!!!  I was mooned by my 3 year old!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes and she has started pulling up her shirt and flashing me.  I'm glad my child is so... shy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-6906812205231434022?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6906812205231434022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/11/jozie-is-mmm-fresh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/6906812205231434022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/6906812205231434022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/11/jozie-is-mmm-fresh.html' title='Jozie is mmm.. Fresh'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-8364814324332617325</id><published>2009-10-31T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T09:22:59.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Jozie's Review</title><content type='html'>My mom took Jozie to go see If You Give a Cat a Cupcake (a book turned play locally).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen in to what Jozie thought of it in this review:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="350" height="24" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.0.5.swf" w3c="true" flashvars="config={&amp;quot;key&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;#$b6eb72a0f2f1e29f3d4&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;playlist&amp;quot;:[{&amp;quot;url&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;http://www.archive.org/download/IfYouGiveACatACupcakeReview/IfYouGiveACatACupake1_vbr.mp3&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;autoPlay&amp;quot;:false}],&amp;quot;clip&amp;quot;:{&amp;quot;autoPlay&amp;quot;:true},&amp;quot;canvas&amp;quot;:{&amp;quot;backgroundColor&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;0x000000&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;backgroundGradient&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;none&amp;quot;},&amp;quot;plugins&amp;quot;:{&amp;quot;audio&amp;quot;:{&amp;quot;url&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.audio-3.0.3-dev.swf&amp;quot;},&amp;quot;controls&amp;quot;:{&amp;quot;playlist&amp;quot;:false,&amp;quot;fullscreen&amp;quot;:false,&amp;quot;gloss&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;high&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;backgroundColor&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;0x000000&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;backgroundGradient&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;medium&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sliderColor&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;0x777777&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;progressColor&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;0x777777&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;timeColor&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;0xeeeeee&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;durationColor&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;0x01DAFF&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;buttonColor&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;0x333333&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;buttonOverColor&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;0x505050&amp;quot;}},&amp;quot;contextMenu&amp;quot;:[{&amp;quot;Item IfYouGiveACatACupcakeReview at archive.org&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;function()&amp;quot;},&amp;quot;-&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;Flowplayer 3.0.5&amp;quot;]}"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-8364814324332617325?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8364814324332617325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/jozies-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/8364814324332617325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/8364814324332617325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/jozies-review.html' title='Jozie&apos;s Review'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-2592610196916359659</id><published>2009-10-24T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T06:39:12.830-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Flu Shot</title><content type='html'>Dan and Jozie went to CVS and got their flu shots yesterday.  They got stickers (which both of them had to wear) that said that they got their shots.  Jozie was showing it to me and then asked what the flu shot was.  I was explaining that the shot was to keep her healthy and prevent her from getting the flu.  She then asked what the flu was, so I began explaining it to her and telling her how Mary has the flu and she is very sick.  Jozie said "We should get her pizza and bring it to her house to make her feel better!"  Aww yes, the all curing pizza... loves it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-2592610196916359659?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2592610196916359659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/flu-shot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/2592610196916359659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/2592610196916359659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/flu-shot.html' title='Flu Shot'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-248943423895092334</id><published>2009-10-24T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T06:35:18.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>5 Little Babies</title><content type='html'>Dan said that Jozie sang this song to him (think sing songy like "5 little monkeys jumping on the bed").&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 Little Babies jumping in the water, then actually a sudden 1 jumped out and then there were 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 Little Babies jumping in the water, then actually a sudden 1 jumped out and then there were 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 Little Babies jumping in the water, then actually a sudden 1 jumped out and then there were 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Little Babies jumping in the water, then actually a sudden 1 jumped out and then there were 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Little Baby sad in the water, he jumped out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there were no babies in the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-248943423895092334?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/248943423895092334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/5-little-babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/248943423895092334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/248943423895092334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/5-little-babies.html' title='5 Little Babies'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-3350386354873160493</id><published>2009-10-24T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:28:05.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>Is it Love?</title><content type='html'>Not if you ask Jozie.  She always tells us that she does not like boys.  She only likes the girls.  The other day she was the only girl in her class and she still wouldn't play with any of the boys.  The feeling is not mutual.  She told us that 2 boys (Max and Daniel) have both told her that they LOVE her!!!  She does not love them.  This is all to much for me to handle...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-3350386354873160493?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3350386354873160493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/3350386354873160493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/3350386354873160493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-love.html' title='Is it Love?'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-2986082902081211297</id><published>2009-10-18T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:31:26.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Zhu Zhu Pet Craziness</title><content type='html'>There are these toys called &lt;a href="http://www.zhuzhupets.com/main.html"&gt;Zhu Zhu Pets&lt;/a&gt;.  They are basically toy hamsters.  Jozie is CRAZY about them.  They are selling out everywhere all the time.  I found some blanket / bed / purse accessories a month ago and I grabbed them all.  Dan found part of the hamsters living space yesterday and got it.  My mom left her phone number with Toys R Us and got a call today and picked up 4 of the pets!  They really are cute, but when they first started moving around, Jozie jumped up on the couch.  In fact she will only play with them when they are in their little house thing.  Looks like we need to try and get more pieces to that house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-2986082902081211297?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2986082902081211297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/zhu-zhu-pet-craziness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/2986082902081211297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/2986082902081211297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/zhu-zhu-pet-craziness.html' title='Zhu Zhu Pet Craziness'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-673444868656732763</id><published>2009-10-18T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:13:30.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Podcast Envy</title><content type='html'>Dan has his multiple podcasts and I have my podcast that gets recorded on a weekly basis in our house.  The other day Jozie informed us that she also has a podcast.  Her podcast is about animals.  We'll have to link it up when she starts recording.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-673444868656732763?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/673444868656732763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/podcast-envy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/673444868656732763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/673444868656732763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/podcast-envy.html' title='Podcast Envy'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-4410784427408270309</id><published>2009-10-12T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:59:36.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Club'/><title type='text'>Jozie is not only a member, she's the president</title><content type='html'>Today, Jozie enlightened us as to why Papa (my dad) is not in "the club".  He doesn't have any hair.  Only people with hair are in the club.  Poor Papa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-4410784427408270309?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4410784427408270309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/jozie-is-not-only-member-shes-president.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/4410784427408270309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/4410784427408270309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/jozie-is-not-only-member-shes-president.html' title='Jozie is not only a member, she&apos;s the president'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-7855866781719229007</id><published>2009-10-10T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T19:25:09.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>The Next Dr. G?</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to think my daughter will be the next &lt;a href="http://health.discovery.com/fansites/drg/drg-fansite.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dr. G : Medical Examiner&lt;/a&gt;.  If you don't know who Dr. G is, she is on Discovery Health and she is a local medical examiner.  Her show consists of different autopsy cases and how these people died.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter has always seemed to be fascinated with death.  When I mean always, I mean that by the time she was 18 months old she would tell me, "mom, butterfly no move.  butterfly dead."  Stating it very factually.  No sad child-like emotion.  Just a very, it is what it is matter of factness.  When our dog Torrance passed away a little over a year ago (putting Jo at 2.5) she wanted to know everything about it.  What happened to him?  Where was he?  When we explained he was cremated (and explained what that was) she needed to see the ashes.  She wanted to see them everyday.  She told us fairly regularly (and also other people) that he was now "small and in a box".  Again, no emotion behind it, just matter of fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have not had anything die recently (thankfully of course), so now I find out that 2 days ago she told Dan, "I had a gold fish, he's dead now.  My friend the munster had a gold fish, he's dead now too".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there's &lt;a href="http://www.jozieblog.com/2009/10/dinosaurs.html" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; picture from her picture blog.  Seems innocent enough, except, see those two dinosaurs on the right of the picture lying down?  Yep... they are sleeping alright... in death.  She told Dan they are dead.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is completely fascinated.... soooooooo I am just thinking positively and thinking that she will grow up to be a medical examiner and it will be useful that she is non-emotional about dead things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-7855866781719229007?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7855866781719229007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/next-dr-g.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/7855866781719229007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/7855866781719229007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/next-dr-g.html' title='The Next Dr. G?'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-8918137087421917004</id><published>2009-10-06T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:25:39.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><title type='text'>A New Song</title><content type='html'>As we were getting ready to go bed, Jozie began singing to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First you wiggle your ears (she then took her hand and wiggled her ear)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you wiggle your hair (she lifted her hair up and shook it around)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you wiggle your hands (she then began rolling her hands around each other)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you wiggle your feet (she did a little jig)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's how you do the Shake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she told me "Mommy, I made up that song AND dance all by myself".   I told her how impressed I was and then she said, "well I saw it on a commercial at my friend the munster's house".... awww the truth comes out....  :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-8918137087421917004?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8918137087421917004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/8918137087421917004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/8918137087421917004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-song.html' title='A New Song'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-5024873952053336986</id><published>2009-09-27T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:28:29.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>School Time... Full Time</title><content type='html'>Jozie will start school 5 days a week starting October 1st.  She is so excited.  I hope all goes well.  I was just as nervous when she started school 3 days a week in August.  I'm sure it will be fine.  We could not have found a better school and she loves it and her teacher.  We'll see how it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-5024873952053336986?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5024873952053336986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-time-full-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/5024873952053336986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/5024873952053336986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-time-full-time.html' title='School Time... Full Time'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-3627102811299122473</id><published>2009-09-27T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:53:08.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Overheard...</title><content type='html'>As she bobbed her head back and forth:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My name is Dan and I'm on Rick Podcast&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-3627102811299122473?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3627102811299122473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/09/overheard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/3627102811299122473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/3627102811299122473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/09/overheard.html' title='Overheard...'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-3311393532856410307</id><published>2009-09-16T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:46:00.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Jozie Drawing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/SrGi26ZP9GI/AAAAAAAAAAw/c-RD71rtJc0/s1600-h/102_0564-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/SrGi26ZP9GI/AAAAAAAAAAw/c-RD71rtJc0/s200/102_0564-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382262093956248674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know I'm a mom so I'm bias.  I have to be, right?  But seriously... Jozie is an amazing artist.  Here is her picture of &lt;a href="http://www.insidesocal.com/sgvcrime/Gary_Smile-295x220.jpg"&gt;Gary &lt;/a&gt;(the snail from Spongebob Squarepants aka her favorite show).  I can actually tell what it is that she drew!!!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In her school, to teach them their letters, the teacher does all letters in yellow highlighter or marker and the kids write over them, so the yellow is me, the crayon is Jozie :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-3311393532856410307?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3311393532856410307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/09/jozie-drawing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/3311393532856410307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/3311393532856410307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/09/jozie-drawing.html' title='Jozie Drawing'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/SrGi26ZP9GI/AAAAAAAAAAw/c-RD71rtJc0/s72-c/102_0564-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-549162077327893246</id><published>2009-09-04T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:28:47.687-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>Update on EJ</title><content type='html'>So, when I went to drop Jo off today, I asked her teacher if EJ was 5 days a week, Mon/Wed/Fri, or Tue/Thur.  EJ is only there T/T.  Jo is only there M/W/F.... sooooo she's never even met EJ.  Her teacher says that they basically talk about all their "friends in class" so she knows ABOUT him, but that's it... sooo my guess is she saw two letters she recognized, realized it was somebody's name and thought it was be cool to write the name.  Crisis averted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-549162077327893246?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/549162077327893246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-on-ej.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/549162077327893246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/549162077327893246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-on-ej.html' title='Update on EJ'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-178354403504713570</id><published>2009-09-03T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:29:07.044-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>Uh Oh...</title><content type='html'>Jozie just had me help her write down on a piece of paper the name of a fellow student...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; name is EJ.  I don't know this EJ fellow, but his name is now going to be hung on our refrigerator (Per Jozie's request.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umm... I am not liking this one bit!  We better go to bed before she has a chance to write down the names of any other boys in her class...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-178354403504713570?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/178354403504713570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/09/uh-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/178354403504713570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/178354403504713570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/09/uh-oh.html' title='Uh Oh...'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-530611968722478086</id><published>2009-09-03T17:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:47:54.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Club'/><title type='text'>Everybody's Invited</title><content type='html'>into the "club" that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my parents, Jozie once again kicked her papa (her grandpa) out of the club, but invited the waitress at the restaurant where they were eating into the club.  Good service goes a looooonnnngg way in Jozie's world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-530611968722478086?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/530611968722478086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/09/everybodys-invited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/530611968722478086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/530611968722478086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/09/everybodys-invited.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Invited'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-1856266955946088760</id><published>2009-09-03T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:54:05.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Random Quotes...</title><content type='html'>Jozie told Dan this yesterday&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Panties are useless and are for children&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what that was about, but I thought it was funny&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, as told by my brother Mikey after viewing Jozie's first day of school pics online&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Great, I check out this site to see pictures of Jozie's first day.. and my boss now wonders about me because I had pictures of an extremely young child in a school girl outfit on my screen.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope he didn't get into to much trouble!  :-)&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/9115151627710006164-1856266955946088760?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1856266955946088760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/1856266955946088760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/1856266955946088760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-quote.html' title='Random Quotes...'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-5792953738607608761</id><published>2009-08-26T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:29:27.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>Somebody really likes school</title><content type='html'>Jozie is ALLLLL about school.  So much so that on Monday and Wednesday she has teared up when Dan goes to pick her up!!!  ugh... seriously... they are going to think something bad is going on at home!!!  She is just to happy to be in school!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/School%20Pics/"&gt;Jozie getting ready to go to school&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/Party%20Pics/"&gt;Jozie's Surprise 1st day of school party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m211/insanepsycho51/Spongebob%20Desk/"&gt;Jozie's desk that I painted Spongebob on&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-5792953738607608761?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5792953738607608761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/08/somebody-really-likes-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/5792953738607608761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/5792953738607608761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/08/somebody-really-likes-school.html' title='Somebody really likes school'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-723247434625883550</id><published>2009-08-26T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:00:28.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>It's a Bear...</title><content type='html'>Jozie has been drawing pictures... alot... so much so that she actually creates books that she reads to us.  I wrote down the story she told me last night before bed.  "Bear" with me as it was hard to keep up with her, my writing is sloppy, and so some things may or may not be included.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The baby bear and the mommy bear were hunting through the woods and going to find their home and find toys because baby bear likes toys.  Baby bear got an airplane squirter and squirted Daddy bear, mommy bear, baby brother, baby sister but most of all herself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then somebody was in a hot air balloon.  They were friends together.  They went into the Asian Forest which is big and purple (hey I didn't make this story up!).  The bears were going to the bear forest.  Then they got the baby bear his pool floaty, which is always in the tree (and there is a drawing of a floaty in a tree... no joke).  Then they went to sit on a big rock with feet, even though rocks don't have feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the people were stuck in the mud (she pointed out that she mixed yellow and brown together for mud).  Then the people got unstuck and they looked at their book.  Then they got into their hot air balloon because the other one was purple, but they didn't want it.  They wanted to go into the blue one.  They were all squiggly together, so they looked in the squiggly mirror.  Then they wanted to win the race so they got a flag and won the race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They they saw a purple ant (at this point she had, what I thought was, a blank piece of paper, but no, she had a small little purple ant on it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the daddy bear was asleep and he said "I'm going to do it" and the baby bear wanted something to eat.  They woke up in the morning (pic of daddy bear with sharp teeth) and then they had something for dessert and woke up. (again apparently)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they go to the slide at school and it was red.  And then the baby bear and the daddy bear went to the baby bears school and went on the slide.  They went on the bridge and then they were getting some fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so while the story didn't make much sense (I guess that's a bit harsh for a 3 year old) she literally took all these drawing she had, picked them all up (so they were not in any order) and then just made up a story to go with the picture.  Not bad in my opinion.  :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-723247434625883550?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/723247434625883550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-bear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/723247434625883550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/723247434625883550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-bear.html' title='It&apos;s a Bear...'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-3219010903675375336</id><published>2009-08-18T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:29:48.171-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>Homework Time</title><content type='html'>She had one day of school and already has homework!  We had to sit down with her and ask her questions about herself (what is her name, what does she like to be called, favorite food, etc).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One question asked "When my parents are upset with me they...".  She said, "kick me or punch me in the face".  I wish I were joking.  We decided to write down, "put me in time out".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another question was "I get upset when..." her answer was "people beat me up and kick me".  Seriously... we decided to put "when I don't get to do what I want to do".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope her teacher doesn't ask her the questions and just takes our written word for it...  CPS will be at our door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-3219010903675375336?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3219010903675375336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/08/homework-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/3219010903675375336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/3219010903675375336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/08/homework-time.html' title='Homework Time'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-57099581633950608</id><published>2009-08-18T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:41:14.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><title type='text'>New Joke</title><content type='html'>Jozie usually tells us the chicken crossing the road joke, but today she told Dan a new one...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you call a bear that is not wearing socks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barefoot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said she got it from her friend the munster....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-57099581633950608?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/57099581633950608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/57099581633950608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/57099581633950608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-joke.html' title='New Joke'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-7853548059736235342</id><published>2009-08-15T22:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:27:14.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>As told by G-ma</title><content type='html'>My mom called me tonight and told me the following story about Jozie.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;After dinner we went to Target and there was this "littlest pet shop" toy and Jozie wanted it.  They of course put things at Jozie's eye level.  So I bought it for her.  In the car she said "Grandma, I'm so lucky.  I get everything I ask for."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This made me laugh, because as she is at her grandparents house, Dan and I are cleaning out all her toys and she will come home to only two boxes of toys... believe me this is a huge drop in the amount of toys at our house.  I don't think that this is what she asked for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-7853548059736235342?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7853548059736235342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-told-by-g-ma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/7853548059736235342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/7853548059736235342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-told-by-g-ma.html' title='As told by G-ma'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-8045735118580427895</id><published>2009-08-15T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:30:19.455-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>School Stories</title><content type='html'>Jozie hasn't even started school yet and we already have stories!  We got to go and meet her teacher yesterday and every time somebody went to talk to her, my daughter, placed a hand over her nose and mouth and started snorting.  Why do I have the strange child?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got to meet some of the other kids in her class and we got to meet some of the other parents.  We can even see the personalities of some of them from just watching them play.  I saw the bossy girl, the outgoing girl, the tiny quiet one, the shy one, and my daughter... the strange one.  There are also 4 little boys in the class, but i didn't get to see as much of them.  The parents we met seem cool enough.  I'm excited, and scared, for this new chapter in our little family's life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-8045735118580427895?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8045735118580427895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-stories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/8045735118580427895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/8045735118580427895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-stories.html' title='School Stories'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-8882528356152984542</id><published>2009-08-15T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T07:24:57.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><title type='text'>Bob likes it Dark</title><content type='html'>Interesting fact.  We have somebody named Bob that lives in our house.  He goes around and shuts off all the lights.  Whenever we go into a room that is dark, Jozie says "Oh Bob must have turned off the lights again!" Thanks Bob for helping us save money on our electric bill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-8882528356152984542?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8882528356152984542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/08/bob-likes-it-dark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/8882528356152984542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/8882528356152984542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/08/bob-likes-it-dark.html' title='Bob likes it Dark'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-9031259417078718247</id><published>2009-08-04T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:16:44.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><title type='text'>"Bad Jozie's" family is Growing</title><content type='html'>Last night I was informed that the "Bad Jozie" (the green one) also has green eyes.  Not only that, but she has a mean grandma and papa (grandpa).  She doesn't know what makes them mean, much like the parents.  But bad jozie also has 3 sisters.  All of their names are Jozie.  But the 3 sisters are NICE and Good! They are not all Bad Jozie's! And the Good Jozie's play with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-9031259417078718247?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/9031259417078718247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/08/bad-jozies-family-is-growing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/9031259417078718247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/9031259417078718247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/08/bad-jozies-family-is-growing.html' title='&quot;Bad Jozie&apos;s&quot; family is Growing'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-7352080792669089474</id><published>2009-08-04T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:07:29.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>Chicken is Chicken</title><content type='html'>Don't know how the conversation started, but we were explaining to Jozie that a chicken nugget is a chicken and she doesn't believe us... we ask her, then were would a "chicken" nugget come from?  She doesn't know but it's not a chicken.  Her next favorite food is beef patty.  She asked where that came from.  We told her a cow.  "No it doesn't ".  ummm... ok, if you don't like the answer, don't ask!  She doesn't believe that people eat animals.  She will understand one day.  Or become a vegetarian :-)  But then i have to explain that carrots cry when you chop them up and cook them... aww... i'm such a mean mother...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-7352080792669089474?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7352080792669089474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/08/chicken-is-chicken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/7352080792669089474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/7352080792669089474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/08/chicken-is-chicken.html' title='Chicken is Chicken'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-6997331704748774047</id><published>2009-07-31T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:12:46.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Club'/><title type='text'>Are you in the Club?</title><content type='html'>So I hadn't posted about it yet, but Jozie has an exclusive club.  You are a member if she says you're a member and she reserves the right to kick you out at anytime.  I'm a horrible mother and threaten to withhold my love when I get kicked out.  She usually lets me back in.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has even kicked her own grandparents out of the club!  Well today she kicked Dan out of the club.  She said because he was playing music in the club.  Apparently it's some kind of quiet library club... no loud noises allowed.  She told me he was back in the club though... what a fickle pickle my little pumpkin is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-6997331704748774047?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6997331704748774047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-in-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/6997331704748774047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/6997331704748774047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-in-club.html' title='Are you in the Club?'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-2842433344619710538</id><published>2009-07-28T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:07:45.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><title type='text'>It's... Jozie</title><content type='html'>So I'm not sure what all happened.  But as I was talking to dan on the phone on my way home from work, Jozie wanted him to video tape her.  So i overheard bits and pieces.... there was something about "bad jozie" and that she looked like her except she was all green, her hair was purple and her hands were yellow.  She also had bad parents.  But she wasn't sure what made them bad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also in this conversation Jozie said that she did not like the last name Ginader.  She also did not like the middle name Layne.  So she just wanted to be called Jozie.  Just Jozie.  Dan told her that she would get use to the last name.  Hopefully when dan loads the video, i will link it here.  I can't wait to watch it myself... real life craziness... oh boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-2842433344619710538?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2842433344619710538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-jozie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/2842433344619710538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/2842433344619710538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-jozie.html' title='It&apos;s... Jozie'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-1446836150571760995</id><published>2009-07-28T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:07:21.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Froggy Prince</title><content type='html'>This story was told to us by Jozie on the drive home tonight:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"There was this giant froggy and he was playing with his giant friends.  His name was Quince.  Quince the frog had a magic wand and they all turned themselves into giant princes! (and if you didn't catch that... his name is now Prince Quince...lol) The evil witch turned them into frogs but they had a magic wand.  They went and "finded" the witch and turned her into a frog with their wand so that she can't turn them into frogs.  They hopped to the castle.  I mean they fly to the castle.  Since they are princes.  Oh wait!  They can't go into the castle because it's too small.  They are giants.  They turn a ghost into a frog"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes... it actually has a storyline... kind of.  But then at the end it seemed that the princes got a little magic wand crazy because they started turning everybody into frogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-1446836150571760995?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1446836150571760995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/07/froggy-prince.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/1446836150571760995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/1446836150571760995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/07/froggy-prince.html' title='Froggy Prince'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-9039307462124065696</id><published>2009-07-24T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:14:54.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><title type='text'>Adventures of Willow</title><content type='html'>This morning Jozie was up at 7am!  What a wild lady!  Anyways, in the few minutes I was home with her she said that Willow was a superhero, Oz was a baby goat, and her friend the Munster was a daddy goat.  Couget was the wizard.  No clue what they were all doing... but yeah.  Very random.  Like normal :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-9039307462124065696?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/9039307462124065696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/07/adventures-of-willow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/9039307462124065696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/9039307462124065696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/07/adventures-of-willow.html' title='Adventures of Willow'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-7948821992975833278</id><published>2009-07-23T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:14:02.931-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><title type='text'>Bad Guys are at it again!</title><content type='html'>Today Jozie told Dan that the Bad Guys are going to use their magic wand to turn her friend the Munster's car into wood!  Yeah... not sure where she got that one from...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-7948821992975833278?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7948821992975833278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/07/bad-guys-are-at-it-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/7948821992975833278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/7948821992975833278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/07/bad-guys-are-at-it-again.html' title='Bad Guys are at it again!'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9115151627710006164.post-5205020104913041856</id><published>2009-07-22T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:24:00.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><title type='text'>Tonight's Story</title><content type='html'>So I'm starting this blog because my daughter has a crazy imagination.  I'm sure every 3 year old has a vivid imagination, but I want to keep up with hers so I can hold it over her head during those tough teenage years...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, so backstory:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her best friend is "my friend the Munster".  She told me today that he is also her brother (she has been wanting a sibling for a while... but no money means no other kids right now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her friend the Munster's kid, has since evolved into a dog (a beagle to be exact) named Couget (coo-get).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is also the "man who doesn't like music" who she did not like and did not want to have anything to do with until a few weeks ago... now they are friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is the "bad guys".  They clean her room so I would like them around more often.  She is also friends with them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At one point she had "bad Jozie" who use to do all the bad things in the house, but Dan kicked her out (after our Jozie punched her in the nose).  She has also had "the other me" who also does bad things, but she's been warned that she could easily be kicked out too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, every night we read a chapter in the &lt;a href="http://www.lemonysnicket.com/"&gt;Lemony Snicket books&lt;/a&gt; (we are on book 8!) and in this book the children are hiding in a Hospital and they have to try and save the eldest from having her head surgically removed.  I think these books are fantastic, but I think Jozie pays way more attention then I realized.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight she said that the "bad guys" did not like "the man who doesn't like music" and that they were going to chop off his head!!!  ooops.... so I had to explain that this isn't a very nice thing to do and that she should try and help solve their problems and not let them chop any heads off... she said she would talk to them.  So yeah... large imagination and no help from mom in the books I'm reading to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9115151627710006164-5205020104913041856?l=munsterfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5205020104913041856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/07/tonights-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/5205020104913041856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9115151627710006164/posts/default/5205020104913041856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munsterfriend.blogspot.com/2009/07/tonights-story.html' title='Tonight&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Tammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03768571082929389065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmcYkbyQFBs/Smf0Wi4M_WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QtVt2Qita-4/S220/GinaderFamily_8065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
