<?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-8972652081246310739</id><updated>2012-02-09T19:24:32.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Girls</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>216</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-154315291442050592</id><published>2010-11-12T19:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T19:33:32.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Hilarity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I have an app on my phone that gives me an update on baby's progress each week.  About 15 weeks or so into my pregnancy, I realized that it's clearly not written by an English speaking person.  And it makes it even more fun every week.  So I'll share this week's that I'm still laughing about.  All spelling and grammar are true to the app, not my own errors. And it certainly makes pregnancy sound glamorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thirty-fifth week of pregnanacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Surely you're already very tired, but there is still a round month to go. And sometimes even more, because some children tend to wait even two weeks after the deadline. At this stage you probably run every hour to the toilet and you have to stop at least three times when climbing up the stairs. When you sit, you breathe heavily, standing is uncomfortable, too, as your legs are swelling, and in addition you can't eat because you have a heartburn. In the 35th week of pregnancy, you are about 10 to 13 kg heavier than before pregnancy. Eat iron-rich products. A child needs iron in the first few months of life. The intenstines produce the meconium, which will later start the pooh season after birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-154315291442050592?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/154315291442050592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=154315291442050592' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/154315291442050592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/154315291442050592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2010/11/pregnancy-hilarity.html' title='Pregnancy Hilarity'/><author><name>euregirls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893076356957891280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-103980279609737394</id><published>2010-08-29T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T13:36:58.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back to school time again this week!  Both girls enjoyed the first three days and seem happy with their teachers, so we're off to a good start. They're really growing up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eq9ne27Eag4/THrEZk5A_HI/AAAAAAAAABk/B7dBu4Dq0Og/s1600/4925883869_d1dfbe8f5b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eq9ne27Eag4/THrEZk5A_HI/AAAAAAAAABk/B7dBu4Dq0Og/s320/4925883869_d1dfbe8f5b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510933037719813234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Compared to last year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eq9ne27Eag4/THrEz0PsiPI/AAAAAAAAABs/lgy142EPzS8/s1600/girls+back+to+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eq9ne27Eag4/THrEz0PsiPI/AAAAAAAAABs/lgy142EPzS8/s320/girls+back+to+school.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510933488518072562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-103980279609737394?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/103980279609737394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=103980279609737394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/103980279609737394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/103980279609737394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>euregirls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893076356957891280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eq9ne27Eag4/THrEZk5A_HI/AAAAAAAAABk/B7dBu4Dq0Og/s72-c/4925883869_d1dfbe8f5b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-908715860393570786</id><published>2010-07-22T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:42:38.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My girls definitely didn't have one of these!  Little Brinkley will be joining us at the end of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/TEkPkbMdWiI/AAAAAAAAAx0/nxM6XVqNye4/s1600/2010-07-20+12.47.49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/TEkPkbMdWiI/AAAAAAAAAx0/nxM6XVqNye4/s320/2010-07-20+12.47.49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496941938632120866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-908715860393570786?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/908715860393570786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=908715860393570786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/908715860393570786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/908715860393570786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2010/07/boy.html' title='Boy'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/TEkPkbMdWiI/AAAAAAAAAx0/nxM6XVqNye4/s72-c/2010-07-20+12.47.49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-1085344044743270894</id><published>2010-06-20T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T06:04:28.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday/Father's Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In addition to yesterday's  festivities (visiting two Greensboro comic book stores and dinner at  Pieworks), I thought I'd do a quick post for Lee with a celebration from  the girls - Reagan's Don't Stop the Party dance (with an assist from  Jenny):&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/GySvxN4Fyaw/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GySvxN4Fyaw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GySvxN4Fyaw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-1085344044743270894?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1085344044743270894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=1085344044743270894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/1085344044743270894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/1085344044743270894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthdayfathers-day-weekend.html' title='Happy Birthday/Father&apos;s Day Weekend'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-7395358907601997023</id><published>2010-05-15T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T15:00:18.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All About My Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel a need to share Reagan's kindergarten writings about her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one is titled What My Daddy Likes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My daden likes to read comics and watch TV hes a nice daden and he loves to be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She calls Lee daden sometimes, so she went ahead and threw that out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next one is titled What my daden is like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Peach is an amasing cook. And so is my mommy my Peach loves us all. and so do we. Hes nice. And sweet. the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another favorite nickname for her dad - Peach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last one is What my daddy looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My daddy has glasses. And usilly wears a shorts and a T-shirt even if its really really cold and he looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This one is accompanied drawing of Lee at the kitchen table with a comic box, with his aquarium and a swimming fish in the background.  Pretty accurate, except that he seems to be a head on top of a chair.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-7395358907601997023?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7395358907601997023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=7395358907601997023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7395358907601997023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7395358907601997023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-about-my-daddy.html' title='All About My Daddy'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-7362308017848487094</id><published>2010-05-13T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T02:03:24.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Reasons Jenny will Pass the EOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jenny just read me this list she made of 6 reasons she can pass her end of grade exams. (Her spelling, not mine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I believe in myself.&lt;br /&gt;2. I practice every night.&lt;br /&gt;3. I never give up.&lt;br /&gt;4. When I play games I try to find a way to study at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;5. I get a good night sleep.&lt;br /&gt;6. I focus hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*As a side note, I realize, not that anyone cares, that it says posted by Reagan when I post anything now. I guess I changed the name associated with my ID to hers when I created her blog for her. I don't feel like changing it again now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-7362308017848487094?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7362308017848487094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=7362308017848487094' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7362308017848487094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7362308017848487094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/6-reasons-jenny-will-pass-eog.html' title='6 Reasons Jenny will Pass the EOG'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-1356887046166553770</id><published>2010-04-24T18:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T18:09:17.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family of Bloggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reagan's been dying for a blog because she's the only one in the family who doesn't have one, so we just got it started.  So now we all have our blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee - &lt;a href="http://deethloke.wordpress.com"&gt;Mr. Sensitive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny - &lt;a href="http://youdontnowhatitslike.blogspot.com"&gt;My Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan - &lt;a href="http://reagie.blogspot.com"&gt;The World According to Reagan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many ways to keep up with us! Lee blogs much more consistently than I do. Jenny remembers hers every once in a while. We'll just have to see how Reagan does. I hope she shares a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-1356887046166553770?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1356887046166553770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=1356887046166553770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/1356887046166553770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/1356887046166553770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2010/04/family-of-bloggers.html' title='Family of Bloggers'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-150055706186370347</id><published>2010-04-13T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T17:45:51.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanderella!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I didn't do the greatest job filming just because the parents were pretty far away from the stage, but you can certainly hear Reagan, talking very loudly and clearly into the microphone.  She's all the way to the left in the yellow shirt, and she's the first voice you hear.  The entire thing was super-cute, and Reagan did so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/euregirls/4516926753/" title="IMG_6735 by euregirls, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2712/4516926753_d7d3290115.jpg" alt="IMG_6735" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FMSgTrZ2mD4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FMSgTrZ2mD4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-150055706186370347?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/150055706186370347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=150055706186370347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/150055706186370347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/150055706186370347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2010/04/sanderella.html' title='Sanderella!'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2712/4516926753_d7d3290115_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-2115790144763092052</id><published>2010-03-30T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T17:51:12.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Really Do Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I seriously, seriously plan to do better about blogging, especially videos, when I get my replacement Flip camera, which should be any day now.  In the meantime, here are a couple zoo pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/euregirls/4475258028/" title="IMG_6704 by euregirls, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4026/4475258028_feecd2d983.jpg" alt="IMG_6704" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/euregirls/4474462883/" title="IMG_6684 by euregirls, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2690/4474462883_b554fcb254.jpg" alt="IMG_6684" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/euregirls/4474444519/" title="IMG_6670 by euregirls, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2694/4474444519_7614eb1276.jpg" alt="IMG_6670" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-2115790144763092052?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2115790144763092052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=2115790144763092052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/2115790144763092052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/2115790144763092052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/ill-really-do-better.html' title='I&apos;ll Really Do Better'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4026/4475258028_feecd2d983_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-8776053696904531148</id><published>2010-02-07T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T12:14:57.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demo Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I made a video of Jenny's second demo day of the year at gymnastics.  She earned 4 red ribbons.  The last vault included was a blooper for her that her teacher kindly allowed her to repeat.  Overall, she's still loving gymnastics and doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DGr2NcUhJ_Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DGr2NcUhJ_Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-8776053696904531148?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8776053696904531148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=8776053696904531148' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/8776053696904531148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/8776053696904531148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/demo-day.html' title='Demo Day'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-6947835423214780634</id><published>2010-01-23T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T12:43:24.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Reagan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A few days late, of course!  Reagan turned 6 on Wednesday.  Here's a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gZ8renU1A-Q"&gt;video &lt;/a&gt;(my first Flip upload!) from last weekend's birthday party at Bounce U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gZ8renU1A-Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gZ8renU1A-Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-6947835423214780634?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6947835423214780634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=6947835423214780634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6947835423214780634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6947835423214780634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-to-reagan.html' title='Happy Birthday to Reagan!'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-85596589647696942</id><published>2009-12-30T19:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:05:18.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I cannot believe I've been the worst about keeping this blog updated, but I have a new plan for the new year.  Videos!  I got an awesome &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Flip-UltraHD-Camcorder-Minutes-Black/dp/B0023B14TK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=electronics&amp;amp;qid=1262228692&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Flip &lt;/a&gt;camera for Christmas, so I can more easily share some of the hilarious things the girls do!  I recorded some last night, and I haven't uploaded them yet, but I'm going to go for the New Year's resolution of updating here with videos often.  It's easier than losing weight or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Jenny may manage to update her &lt;a href="http://youdontnowhatitslike.blogspot.com"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;more often then I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-85596589647696942?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/85596589647696942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=85596589647696942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/85596589647696942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/85596589647696942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-start.html' title='New start'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-4737720100418943274</id><published>2009-08-16T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:33:34.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Songs by Jenny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jenny's been writing songs again.  They're very serious, and I'm not sure where she gets this from.  She says they're stories though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leave Me Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Jenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One day on my way back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I couldn't find a way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You came and said to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get out of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't wanna see you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get out of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't wanna see you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cryin wonderin what would happen next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So when I stepped up to the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There was a note that said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get out of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't wanna see you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get out of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't wanna see you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I walked in the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I went up the stairs and into my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And as I walked in the phone rang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I picked it up he said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get out of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't wanna see you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get out of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leave me alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't wanna see you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I walked over to my bed and laid down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And said to myself goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Jenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally found someone who will understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally found someone who cares about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But since you left...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been so awesome, cool, good without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Totally wicked cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;School is fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just live your life and leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you hang up the phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'll tell you something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I'm awesome, cool, good without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Totally wicked cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;School is fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just live your life and leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally is apparently not finished yet, so she still wants to work on it.  I actually thought parts of these might be from some real songs she knows, but she says they're not, and I can't think of any songs with these lyrics.  I love the songs though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-4737720100418943274?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4737720100418943274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=4737720100418943274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/4737720100418943274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/4737720100418943274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-songs-by-jenny.html' title='New Songs by Jenny'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-2712548129309566664</id><published>2009-07-19T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T06:03:30.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday (Yesterday) to Jenny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jenny turned 8 yesterday, which is so hard for me to believe, but it's true!  The best news is that she's out of a car seat.  We got her a little netbook computer to be all hers for her birthday, and she got lots of other fun stuff from friends and family, so I think she's pretty satisfied (or at least should be).  And she had a fun birthday party at the movie theater, where we saw Ice Age in 3-D.  3-D movies are always fun.  Here are a couple pictures from the big day.  Doesn't she look grown up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SmMZEshZP5I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/c0YBw4gORO0/s1600-h/IMG_5687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SmMZEshZP5I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/c0YBw4gORO0/s320/IMG_5687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360155549962420114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SmMZN6D9TiI/AAAAAAAAAxY/IWB2edv4b28/s1600-h/IMG_5693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SmMZN6D9TiI/AAAAAAAAAxY/IWB2edv4b28/s320/IMG_5693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360155708215873058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SmMZYH7vOKI/AAAAAAAAAxg/lotokJD-DUM/s1600-h/IMG_5694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SmMZYH7vOKI/AAAAAAAAAxg/lotokJD-DUM/s320/IMG_5694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360155883738183842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-2712548129309566664?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2712548129309566664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=2712548129309566664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/2712548129309566664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/2712548129309566664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-yesterday-to-jenny.html' title='Happy Birthday (Yesterday) to Jenny!'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SmMZEshZP5I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/c0YBw4gORO0/s72-c/IMG_5687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-6535305914785803925</id><published>2009-06-10T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:58:59.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenny's Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We went to an end of year celebration at Jenny's school tonight, and they gave us folders with all of her writing for the year that seemed like perfect blog posts to me!  I'm not going to post them all tonight (even thought I'm tempted because some are so great), but I will post a couple of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with a long one, Jenny's first story for the year.  All spelling is Jenny's.  You'll have to miss out on the illustrations because I don't feel like scanning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One sunny bright day I went outsid to feed my fish. As I tossed the food in 1 of them hit the lilypad and a door opened. As it opened my mouth opened in big surprize. I could tell something fishy was going on because I could see my dog sniffing the water.  It had a small sighn that said hi. Don't come in inless you have glitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no clue what to do because there is a seceret door in my back in my pond on a lilypad!!!  I was freeking out about if I should go in because I would like to no why what ever is in there would need glitter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was looking in the door I saw some glittery wings quickly zooming past the door so I coulden't see what was behind the door because all I no is there is a seceret door in my pond and it is making me want to jump in so I have made my disijan and they answer is...yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was in, a fairy handed me pink lemonade and some blue balloons. It was so cool!  I coulden't beleve what I saw, little people with sparkly wings. I wished I could stay here forever but I can't. I had to quickly get ready to go because I could here my mom calling my name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the fairies quickly shuved me out right when my mom was about to get mad. My mom took me inside and kept on going on about how worried she was. But still I will do it again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now one poem:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown hair&lt;br /&gt;Brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;Pearst ears&lt;br /&gt;2nd grader&lt;br /&gt;Smart girl&lt;br /&gt;Recycle&lt;br /&gt;Chores&lt;br /&gt;Tan skin&lt;br /&gt;Big sister&lt;br /&gt;Hales Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And last for tonight, one journal entry.  I would say she revealed some things about life that she didn't really need to, but that's okay.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 29, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mrs. Hale,&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend me and my sister spend are time cleaning.  It was fun.  I was washing dishes.  My sister was getting the laundry.  And then we both cleaned are room.  It was a dauzaster.  Reagan shuved every thing under her bed.  I did to.  But for no reason.  Then we did what ever we want.  Well now that I think about it we went to jump on the trampaoleen with are friend Brittan.   It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;More to come!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-6535305914785803925?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6535305914785803925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=6535305914785803925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6535305914785803925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6535305914785803925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/jennys-writing.html' title='Jenny&apos;s Writing'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-2230782924558345987</id><published>2009-05-10T14:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:05:10.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm now relaxing and making myself some new CDs for Mother's Day, and it occurred to me that I've been doing a really bad job of keeping the blog updated because it's just so much easier to do quick updates on Twitter.  So I thought I would do a quick post with some of the pictures that we took at the park yesterday.  I took the girls to take some pictures to frame and give to our moms for Mother's Day, and they turned out so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SgdNXBhzyEI/AAAAAAAAAwo/r9N03Ym-C8k/s1600-h/IMG_5229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SgdNXBhzyEI/AAAAAAAAAwo/r9N03Ym-C8k/s320/IMG_5229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334317341586212930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SgdOuI2VrkI/AAAAAAAAAww/2Ge-xpkLhKk/s1600-h/IMG_5226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SgdOuI2VrkI/AAAAAAAAAww/2Ge-xpkLhKk/s320/IMG_5226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334318838199987778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SgdPBB-jimI/AAAAAAAAAw4/GVBuXFRarPo/s1600-h/IMG_5222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SgdPBB-jimI/AAAAAAAAAw4/GVBuXFRarPo/s320/IMG_5222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334319162772916834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SgdPPQ8DeiI/AAAAAAAAAxA/59Ovbfh8vj0/s1600-h/IMG_5219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SgdPPQ8DeiI/AAAAAAAAAxA/59Ovbfh8vj0/s320/IMG_5219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334319407307127330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SgdPbkjppqI/AAAAAAAAAxI/OQekg1LQs5g/s1600-h/IMG_5218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SgdPbkjppqI/AAAAAAAAAxI/OQekg1LQs5g/s320/IMG_5218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334319618731910818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-2230782924558345987?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2230782924558345987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=2230782924558345987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/2230782924558345987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/2230782924558345987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SgdNXBhzyEI/AAAAAAAAAwo/r9N03Ym-C8k/s72-c/IMG_5229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-4547138638887093191</id><published>2009-04-25T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:38:50.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jenny had her Fun Meet at gymnastics today, and it was pretty cool.  She placed 1st in her group on the balance beam, 4th in vault and foor exercise, 7th in bars, and 4th all-around.  Pretty impressive for her first meet ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SfOB_SmQezI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/5IXzCHyK8rQ/s1600-h/IMG_5050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SfOB_SmQezI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/5IXzCHyK8rQ/s320/IMG_5050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328745708433472306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SfOCYsQ7quI/AAAAAAAAAwY/usVYlFginxs/s1600-h/IMG_5092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SfOCYsQ7quI/AAAAAAAAAwY/usVYlFginxs/s320/IMG_5092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328746144820079330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SfOCqGwLo_I/AAAAAAAAAwg/8u6AuY5Ebxw/s1600-h/IMG_5132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SfOCqGwLo_I/AAAAAAAAAwg/8u6AuY5Ebxw/s320/IMG_5132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328746443988247538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-4547138638887093191?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4547138638887093191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=4547138638887093191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/4547138638887093191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/4547138638887093191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-meet.html' title='Fun Meet'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SfOB_SmQezI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/5IXzCHyK8rQ/s72-c/IMG_5050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-1985145758095951667</id><published>2009-04-17T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:57:52.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apparently Reagan enjoyed the prom.  Her initial report was, "Yay!  I wasn't prom queen!"  So it was everything she dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out yesterday that parents were supposed to go, but I wasn't even in town today, so I didn't get to.  I'm hoping one of the parents who did go will give copies of some pictures, but for now, here are a couple of Reagan in her prom outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/Sej7HaKfE4I/AAAAAAAAAwA/mK75tPGzo34/s1600-h/IMG_5029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/Sej7HaKfE4I/AAAAAAAAAwA/mK75tPGzo34/s320/IMG_5029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325782664066569090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/Sej7P_ClANI/AAAAAAAAAwI/6HgylAA-tfU/s1600-h/IMG_5030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/Sej7P_ClANI/AAAAAAAAAwI/6HgylAA-tfU/s320/IMG_5030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325782811404468434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-1985145758095951667?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1985145758095951667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=1985145758095951667' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/1985145758095951667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/1985145758095951667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2009/04/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/Sej7HaKfE4I/AAAAAAAAAwA/mK75tPGzo34/s72-c/IMG_5029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-319884856135025235</id><published>2009-04-12T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:11:22.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a nice day at home, starting with early morning Easter baskets.  We've also had a few family rounds of Trivial Pursuit (which I've won, and Lee's really happy about it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple pictures, with a few more posted on &lt;a href="http://photos.euregirls.com/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SeJmRRa4LLI/AAAAAAAAAvo/5m0Y1IywAtc/s1600-h/IMG_5010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SeJmRRa4LLI/AAAAAAAAAvo/5m0Y1IywAtc/s320/IMG_5010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323930156425292978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SeJmeYp-4PI/AAAAAAAAAvw/5Ksf5U2YmBY/s1600-h/IMG_5015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SeJmeYp-4PI/AAAAAAAAAvw/5Ksf5U2YmBY/s320/IMG_5015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323930381705994482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SeJmp3VF75I/AAAAAAAAAv4/lbOJ2DTIgcQ/s1600-h/IMG_5027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SeJmp3VF75I/AAAAAAAAAv4/lbOJ2DTIgcQ/s320/IMG_5027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323930578918436754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since I've been on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/euregirls"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; for a few weeks, I've been thinking about using it more.  I realized one major way it can be useful to me is that I can tweet funny little one-liners from the girls.  Since I pretty much always have my phone with me, I can just send a text, and it's much easier than trying to remember everything for a blog post later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-319884856135025235?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/319884856135025235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=319884856135025235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/319884856135025235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/319884856135025235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SeJmRRa4LLI/AAAAAAAAAvo/5m0Y1IywAtc/s72-c/IMG_5010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-5055973122966515878</id><published>2009-04-07T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:02:21.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with Reagan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Everyone who reads this blog: You must be so jealous that you can't have these conversations all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening on the way home from gymnastics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan - Mommy...(in a really whiny voice)...I'm worried about getting my blood drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what brought that on, but I'm sure it had nothing to do with vampires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning on the way to school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan - Are you and daddy going to die before me and Jenny?&lt;br /&gt;Me - Probably.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan - Do you know when it will be?&lt;br /&gt;Me - No.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan - When you're old old, not just when you're a little old?&lt;br /&gt;Me - Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday on the way back from Hilton Head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny - Have you seen Ever After?&lt;br /&gt;Me - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny - It came on Oxygen.  And then What A Girl Wants.  And then Can't Buy Me Love.&lt;br /&gt;Me - The Patrick Dempsey movie.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan - It had Ronald Miller and Cindy.  Ronald Miller and Cindy had S-E-S in it.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny - It's S-E-X, Reagan, not S-E-S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, when looking at potential prom dresses for next week's pre-K prom at daycare:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan - Kayla's going to wear a tank top dress, but I don't want to do that because I'm worried I'll look too sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-5055973122966515878?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5055973122966515878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=5055973122966515878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5055973122966515878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5055973122966515878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2009/04/conversations-with-reagan.html' title='Conversations with Reagan'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-2789456571099094447</id><published>2009-03-13T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:43:52.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now that I have my Mac back home safely, I can blog again!  I'm uploading some new pictures to Flickr from the last month, and I'll start with some new Youtube videos.  There are several new ones &lt;a href="http://videos.euregirls.com/"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt;, and I'll include some previews here.  These videos are all courtesy of Uncle Mario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-5rG0RpBArU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-5rG0RpBArU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H3qEE67-avU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H3qEE67-avU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8eYSMkWFKjc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8eYSMkWFKjc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SFROVbEA1-8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SFROVbEA1-8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-2789456571099094447?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2789456571099094447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=2789456571099094447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/2789456571099094447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/2789456571099094447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back!'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-5041068709974326035</id><published>2009-02-17T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:16:51.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reagan's class is having a prom in the middle of April!  It will be so much fun (even though it's in the middle of the day).  They're even going to take prom pictures.  It will be a semi-formal event, and Reagan has declared that she wants to go with a girl because she doesn't like boys.  And she wants to wear pants and a shirt instead of a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-5041068709974326035?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5041068709974326035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=5041068709974326035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5041068709974326035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5041068709974326035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2009/02/prom.html' title='Prom!'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-5490569377557469492</id><published>2009-02-10T13:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:32:33.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan's Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reagan and I had a lot of deep conversations on the way home from daycare yesterday.  Mostly she just had a lot to say about her day.  Here are some of the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I don't know if I can give my best friend Alexi a valentine's card on Friday because she punched a baby doll at my heart.&lt;br /&gt;-That's not showing me respect, and I told her that she has to show me respect.&lt;br /&gt;-I tell all my friends that we just have to respect each other.&lt;br /&gt;-You're not supposed to punch baby dolls.&lt;br /&gt;-I mean, she punched a baby doll at my HEART.  My heart is for love.  It's not for punching time.  Right, mommy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-5490569377557469492?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5490569377557469492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=5490569377557469492' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5490569377557469492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5490569377557469492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2009/02/reagans-heart.html' title='Reagan&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-5281253789406187155</id><published>2009-02-01T06:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T06:19:41.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Steelers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We're getting geared up for the Super Bowl, and Reagan's Bendaroos arrived yesterday, so the girls decided to use them to decorate the family room for the big game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SYWvNOLP5cI/AAAAAAAAAvY/7ygRQafCjTM/s1600-h/IMG_4862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SYWvNOLP5cI/AAAAAAAAAvY/7ygRQafCjTM/s320/IMG_4862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297833178349692354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SYWvWyLDeGI/AAAAAAAAAvg/JRVW0qFRUiQ/s1600-h/IMG_4863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SYWvWyLDeGI/AAAAAAAAAvg/JRVW0qFRUiQ/s320/IMG_4863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297833342631376994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-5281253789406187155?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5281253789406187155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=5281253789406187155' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5281253789406187155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5281253789406187155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2009/02/go-steelers.html' title='Go Steelers!'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SYWvNOLP5cI/AAAAAAAAAvY/7ygRQafCjTM/s72-c/IMG_4862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-5539225349348373194</id><published>2009-01-31T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:27:24.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock Knock</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I think Jenny and Reagan are going to write a great Knock Knock joke book soon.  They just made up about a hundred knock knock jokes on the way home from breakfast.  A couple highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny:&lt;br /&gt;Knock Knock.&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;IHOP.&lt;br /&gt;IHOP who?&lt;br /&gt;IHOP you get there soon.&lt;br /&gt;And then she explains that she means like I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock Knock.&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;Taco.&lt;br /&gt;Taco who?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos are gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock Knock.&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;Chick-fil-a.&lt;br /&gt;Chick-fil-a who?&lt;br /&gt;Chick-fil-a is the best place in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of Reagan's make any sense, so they're amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock Knock.&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;House.&lt;br /&gt;House who?&lt;br /&gt;House Morocco Bama White House American flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock Knock.&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;Road.&lt;br /&gt;Road who?&lt;br /&gt;I'll fix your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock Knock.&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;Shell.&lt;br /&gt;Shell who?&lt;br /&gt;Shell sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-5539225349348373194?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5539225349348373194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=5539225349348373194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5539225349348373194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5539225349348373194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2009/01/knock-knock.html' title='Knock Knock'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-2176152263626457597</id><published>2009-01-29T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:32:21.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I be worried?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These are the things Reagan just said to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Can I cut up my eye?&lt;br /&gt;I of course said no, and asked why she would say that, and she said because I'm mad at her, which I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were then talking about her 5-year-old checkup tomorrow, and I asked her if she's excited.&lt;br /&gt;-Is he going to cut up my belly?&lt;br /&gt;Again, I said no, and asked why she thought that.&lt;br /&gt;-Because everyone thinks I'm a dummy-head.&lt;br /&gt;I also told her that's not true.  I'm not sure what her problem is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just now, she was trying to push buttons on the computer.  I told her not to.&lt;br /&gt;-If I push it, are you going to fire me?&lt;br /&gt;I told her I couldn't fire her, since she's my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-2176152263626457597?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2176152263626457597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=2176152263626457597' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/2176152263626457597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/2176152263626457597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2009/01/should-i-be-worried.html' title='Should I be worried?'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-5279043940671454130</id><published>2009-01-27T15:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:19:34.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carly the Crocodile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We got the official word today.  Jenny has been cast as Carly the Crocodile in her school's spring musical, It's A Jungle Out There.  She actually has a speaking role this year, in addition to dancing.  So anyone who will be here around late April should feel free to come enjoy the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-5279043940671454130?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5279043940671454130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=5279043940671454130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5279043940671454130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5279043940671454130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2009/01/carly-crocodile.html' title='Carly the Crocodile'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-8465099209068595869</id><published>2009-01-26T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:21:44.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan's Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SX5Te46tmbI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/nWfFfi9mny4/s1600-h/3220717002_fd75eec438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SX5Te46tmbI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/nWfFfi9mny4/s320/3220717002_fd75eec438.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295762001974106546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now that Reagan has a nice clean room, courtesy of Aunt Charlotte, I'm trying to encourage her to spend some time in there and maybe even eventually sleep in there.   We just had this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan:  Sleep downstairs or upstairs tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Upstairs.  Maybe even in your room.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan:  But only by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really?&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: I went in there twice today by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Me: How was it?&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: Fine.  Nothing came in to get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad it's a safe place for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-8465099209068595869?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8465099209068595869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=8465099209068595869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/8465099209068595869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/8465099209068595869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2009/01/reagans-room.html' title='Reagan&apos;s Room'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SX5Te46tmbI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/nWfFfi9mny4/s72-c/3220717002_fd75eec438.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-4618810160020155384</id><published>2009-01-20T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T03:43:19.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Reagan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, Reagan's special day has arrived!  And so far, things are working out for her.  It's snowing outside, and school has been cancelled!  And she's asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I think she'll be feeling today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SXW4vKcYWII/AAAAAAAAAu0/EAYeluMkWC8/s1600-h/IMG_4740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SXW4vKcYWII/AAAAAAAAAu0/EAYeluMkWC8/s320/IMG_4740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293340057440639106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-4618810160020155384?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4618810160020155384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=4618810160020155384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/4618810160020155384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/4618810160020155384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-reagan.html' title='Happy Birthday, Reagan!'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SXW4vKcYWII/AAAAAAAAAu0/EAYeluMkWC8/s72-c/IMG_4740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-8467041674888147662</id><published>2009-01-11T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:44:12.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was looking at the forecast yesterday, and I noticed (in the certainly accurate 15-day forecast on Accuweather) that it might snow on Reagan's birthday.  I told her that, and this was her response:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"And Morocco Bama's going to become president on my birthday.  It's gonna be a special day for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm glad Obama's scheduled that for her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-8467041674888147662?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8467041674888147662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=8467041674888147662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/8467041674888147662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/8467041674888147662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2009/01/special-day.html' title='Special Day'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-7840478290688954343</id><published>2009-01-09T15:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:10:07.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We're hanging out and eating dinner with Justin and Charlotte, and Jenny and Justin are coming up with tough questions for everyone to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: What would be the best pet to have?&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: A little, teeny mouse.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: A hampster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: What name would you rather have?&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I'd rather be named Jenifer.&lt;br /&gt;Justin: I'd be named Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: I'd be named Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: I'd be named Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;Lee: Thor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: What is your favorite type of cereal?&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Cinnamon Toast Crunch.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: Reese's Puffs.&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Rice Krispies.&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Golden Grahams.&lt;br /&gt;Lee: Shredded Wheat.&lt;br /&gt;Katie: Lucky Charms.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: I changed my mind and want to do Lucky Charms cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: If you could wear one accessory, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: A pocketbook full of 99 trillion dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Lee: I might like to use a cane.&lt;br /&gt;Justin: A really awesome hat.  A really incredible fedora.&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Some awesome heels.&lt;br /&gt;Katie: Some kind of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: A purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: What would be your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Date with the President's Daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really?&lt;br /&gt;Lee: What about Twilight?&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Twilight!  I say Twilight!&lt;br /&gt;Lee (modifying the question): If you had to be stuck in a room with one movie looping itself for the rest of your life, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: A volcano with fire.&lt;br /&gt;Lee: Episode III.&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: American Movie.&lt;br /&gt;Katie: Sound of Music.&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Fellowship of the Ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: What is your favorite show of all time?  Your favorite comedy show.  And your favorite other show.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Mine would be iCarly.  My favorite other show would probably have to be, um, I'm gonna have to say, I can't think of it.  Oh, I got it.  Ranma. &lt;br /&gt;Katie: That's a comedy.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Well, you get to do 2 comedies or the second one's not a comedy.&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Arrested Development and The Office.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: I need a turn.  iCarly and Drake and Josh.&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Arrested Development.  Evangelion.&lt;br /&gt;Lee: It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia and PTI.&lt;br /&gt;Katie: Friends.  Gilmore Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: What is your favorite book?&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I'd have to say the American Girl doll ones.&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: It.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: May I Please Have A Cookie?  (read by Jenny)&lt;br /&gt;Katie: Breaking Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Lord of the Rings.&lt;br /&gt;Lee: Silmarillion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: What is your favorite place to be in the whole entire world?&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Home laying on the couch watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Home in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Lee: Home in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Justin: That's really tough. &lt;br /&gt;Katie: The bath.&lt;br /&gt;Justin: I'm gonna say (something I didn't understand) in Patagonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Would you rather have a worm farm or an ant farm?&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I'd rather have an ant farm because worms need lots of dirt and dirt is messy.  No actually, worm farm, because worms need lots of mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: If you could hang out with any character from any movie, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Kirsten Swan. (She means Bella Swan from Twilight).&lt;br /&gt;Justin: The Balrog.  It's really Gandalf the Grey for me.&lt;br /&gt;Lee: Anakin Skywalker.&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Cillian Murphy's character in Sunshine.  Oh my god, I would hang out with Freddy Krueger.&lt;br /&gt;Katie: Edward Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: If you could hang out with any character from any book, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Lee and Justin: Aragorn.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Bella from Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;Katie: Jacob would be the most fun to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done typing these for now.  There were cooler ones before I started typing, but I can't remember them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-7840478290688954343?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7840478290688954343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=7840478290688954343' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7840478290688954343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7840478290688954343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2009/01/serious-questions.html' title='Serious Questions'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-7639849423583880025</id><published>2008-12-25T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T17:26:55.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not surprisingly, the spoiled children did pretty well for themselves today.  Apparently Reagan was very concerned that Santa wouldn't bring her everything she wanted because she might not have been good enough, but it wasn't really a problem.  We had a great day with all our visitors, and now I'm so full I can't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple pictures from the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVQxhvj8qBI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Y8b2vMyzqBU/s1600-h/IMG_4678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVQxhvj8qBI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Y8b2vMyzqBU/s320/IMG_4678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283902718585120786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVQxs38beHI/AAAAAAAAAuA/VfjdW0w4oqw/s1600-h/IMG_4673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVQxs38beHI/AAAAAAAAAuA/VfjdW0w4oqw/s320/IMG_4673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283902909813848178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVQx7KxobkI/AAAAAAAAAuI/6shf0Jzgmms/s1600-h/IMG_4699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVQx7KxobkI/AAAAAAAAAuI/6shf0Jzgmms/s320/IMG_4699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283903155387002434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVQyJZEo0-I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/cgfBC6PMQk8/s1600-h/IMG_4704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVQyJZEo0-I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/cgfBC6PMQk8/s320/IMG_4704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283903399742985186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And thanks to Mario, it is now easier to get to our blog, photos, and videos.  He purchased euregirls.com for us for Christmas, so you can use:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.euregirls.com"&gt;www.euregirls.com&lt;/a&gt; for this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.euregirls.com"&gt;photos.euregirls.com&lt;/a&gt; for my flickr photos (more Christmas pictures are there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://videos.euregirls.com"&gt;videos.euregirls.com &lt;/a&gt;for our youtube videos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-7639849423583880025?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7639849423583880025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=7639849423583880025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7639849423583880025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7639849423583880025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVQxhvj8qBI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Y8b2vMyzqBU/s72-c/IMG_4678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-8146361998749865994</id><published>2008-12-22T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:38:46.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Note to myself and everyone who reads my blog and may be here over the next few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seriously need to take pictures and video of some of the fun that we can have on the Wii together, such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We already know that Rock Band is the most fun.  And downloadable songs are supposed to be available for the Wii really soon!  And it's possible to capture the most awesome expressions when we're playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Disney Sing It is a great game.  For some reason (mostly because I can't sing), I was very hesitant to do any singing on Rock Band, especially when there were actual good singers in the house.  But Reagan and I aren't afraid to duet on some great songs on this game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wii Fit is going to be the secret answer to me getting in shape.  Of course, I'll probably be over it by the end of the week, but based on my 2 days of Wii Fit experience, I love it.  And I want to unlock everything!  While it has kindly informed me that I'm overweight and need to lose some, it has also correctly informed Jenny that she is a healthy weight.  And all the balance games are fun to watch.  Apparently Jenny and I are both very unbalanced and unable to avoid a soccer shoe in the face in the soccer ball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be so much fun over Christmas!  I didn't even mention Dance Dance Revolution 2 that I haven't opened yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-8146361998749865994?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8146361998749865994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=8146361998749865994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/8146361998749865994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/8146361998749865994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/12/wii-fun.html' title='Wii Fun'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-4344785697344070506</id><published>2008-12-19T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T07:13:22.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Performances</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Both girls have had performances at gymnastics and dance over the last few weeks.  And obviously (from my other post) I spent a lot of time uploading videos to youtube last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Jenny's gymnastics performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YWSl7TxfxIk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YWSl7TxfxIk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HeyzNR25wUE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HeyzNR25wUE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bars:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DOzqEDrwtI8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DOzqEDrwtI8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balance Beam (this one's from far away, but you can still see her):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2L3EtD3vRmQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2L3EtD3vRmQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And Reagan's Christmas performances (note that Reagan has decided she doesn't want anyone to see her back, so she always has to wear a shirt over her leotards):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qCuRZfZC8Fw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qCuRZfZC8Fw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uGyIQ9PYOrM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uGyIQ9PYOrM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jTwrL_m1AA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jTwrL_m1AA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NkXca83Dx5g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NkXca83Dx5g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-4344785697344070506?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4344785697344070506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=4344785697344070506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/4344785697344070506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/4344785697344070506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/12/performances.html' title='Performances'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-7020568631370293483</id><published>2008-12-19T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T07:03:17.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;These are a few videos that Jenny recorded over Thanksgiving.  Mostly things that don't really need to be shared with the world, but that will amuse some people.  Keep in mind that these were all taken before Charlotte cleaned the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3QxwiUlL_uw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3QxwiUlL_uw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gPpnNoKB6TY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gPpnNoKB6TY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfYZgAmndb4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfYZgAmndb4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QgaFAb28bbI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QgaFAb28bbI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-7020568631370293483?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7020568631370293483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=7020568631370293483' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7020568631370293483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7020568631370293483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/12/video-time.html' title='Video Time'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-1668888289185120966</id><published>2008-12-13T15:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:05:23.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>War</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just got home from some shopping, and I came in to find Lee and Jenny playing War (the card game).  I've been working on dinner, and I just told them that it was about ready, so they shouldn't play another game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Can we play more later?&lt;br /&gt;Lee: Probably after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny:  Then I'm gonna kick your ass.&lt;br /&gt;Lee: What?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What did she say?&lt;br /&gt;Lee: She said she's gonna kick my ass.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I meant to say B-U-T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which causes us to laugh.  Followed by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I meant to say B-U-T not A-S-S-S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we're pretty sure she probably uses that kind of language with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-1668888289185120966?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1668888289185120966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=1668888289185120966' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/1668888289185120966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/1668888289185120966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/12/war.html' title='War'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-7155979856269013324</id><published>2008-12-08T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:55:58.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I did a terrible job of blogging while we had family visiting (and by visiting, I mean being awesome and helping out), so I'm just going to get right back to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today, in the car on the way home, the girls and I had the following discussion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reagan: Mama (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;in a really whiny voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;), I wish we could just change my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Me: Why?  What kind of name do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reagan: I just don't want to have a Disney name anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Me: Okay, what kind of name do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reagan: I wish I could just be named Selena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jenny: Oooh!  Can we change my name to Jennifer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Me: Why do you want to be named Jennifer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jenny: I just love the name Jennifer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reagan: I just wish I could be Selena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Charlotte took lots of great pictures for us this weekend, and I used some for Christmas cards.  I was going to go through and pick out my favorites to post here, but I think I'll just do it later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-7155979856269013324?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7155979856269013324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=7155979856269013324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7155979856269013324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7155979856269013324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/12/name-change.html' title='Name Change'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-5126763127558210522</id><published>2008-11-21T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:36:28.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note from Jenny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jenny asked me to give her all the phone numbers of our family members and her friends the other night.  I told her no because I caught her on the phone twice without asking just a couple days before.  The following note was her response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel like you Don't trust me.&lt;br /&gt;besides it is to late to be calling people.&lt;br /&gt;I just needed to say how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;if I told you my self I thought you would get mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I informed her that I in fact don't trust her because she repeatedly does things I tell her not to do.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-5126763127558210522?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5126763127558210522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=5126763127558210522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5126763127558210522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5126763127558210522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/11/note-from-jenny.html' title='Note from Jenny'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-4731810348859751099</id><published>2008-11-14T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:00:58.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officer Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jenny had a lesson about drugs at school today.  She said that she learned there are three bad drugs you should never do.  The first is alcohol, and you can't drink it until you're 21.  She shouldn't smell it or touch it or drink it before then.  The second, according to her, is tangerines.  I asked her to explain what tangerines were so that I could try to figure out what she actually meant, and we managed to figure out that she meant tobacco.  The final one was magic, or marijuana, upon further explanation.  You're never supposed to eat or drink marijuana.  It's against the law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When she got home, she was explaining all this to Lee.  He told her to come smell his drink so that she would know that it smelled bad, and she said that she wasn't allowed to because Officer Thing said so.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm uploading some pictures to flickr right now.  Mostly funny pictures that Jenny took this evening.  There are some winners!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-4731810348859751099?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4731810348859751099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=4731810348859751099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/4731810348859751099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/4731810348859751099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/11/officer-thing.html' title='Officer Thing'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-7616062635374652246</id><published>2008-11-12T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:18:17.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So Jenny just brought me the diary she started a couple weeks ago and told me I could read her secrets.  I've interpreted that as permission to share her secrets with the world.  By the world, I mean whoever reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Most boys are cute to me.&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with some one.&lt;br /&gt;It is a boy.&lt;br /&gt;His name is bradon.&lt;br /&gt;I love Bradon. It might&lt;br /&gt;brake Emmas heart to&lt;br /&gt;no that her best friend&lt;br /&gt;loves bradon because&lt;br /&gt;she has a crush&lt;br /&gt;on him to. I kind of&lt;br /&gt;fill gilty. I&lt;br /&gt;hope he is not like&lt;br /&gt;Calab.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to no how I&lt;br /&gt;no he has a crush on&lt;br /&gt;Emma. I will tell you&lt;br /&gt;why.  And here it is.&lt;br /&gt;He is all ways&lt;br /&gt;staring at her. One&lt;br /&gt;time I thought he&lt;br /&gt;was staring at me&lt;br /&gt;but Emma sits beside me&lt;br /&gt;and that is a hole nother&lt;br /&gt;story and he is all ways&lt;br /&gt;chacing us out side.&lt;br /&gt;One time boys&lt;br /&gt;had to pick a girl&lt;br /&gt;as there partner. He&lt;br /&gt;picked Emma Caleb&lt;br /&gt;picked me. Caleb&lt;br /&gt;liking me is a hole&lt;br /&gt;nother story. Emma&lt;br /&gt;kind of of got in baerist.&lt;br /&gt;Laurel had told&lt;br /&gt;every boddy at the&lt;br /&gt;lunch table. I fill&lt;br /&gt;bad for her even tho&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of jellous&lt;br /&gt;that she has a crush on&lt;br /&gt;bradon to. any ways&lt;br /&gt;she is my&lt;br /&gt;best friend yes she is!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The next page is a drawing of a boy and girl holding hands and looking at each other with a caption that says "Jenny and bradon kiss. I would love that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-7616062635374652246?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7616062635374652246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=7616062635374652246' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7616062635374652246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7616062635374652246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/11/diary.html' title='Diary!'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-2971111843587773980</id><published>2008-11-08T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T15:34:21.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Table Topics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I tried to pick out some that we haven't done before, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: What's the first thing you'd do if you were president?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I would make it so on the fifth day of the fifth month, we always celebrate with a party and fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: I would want to make it so that everyone had to take food in the family room and make a big mess.&lt;br /&gt;Katie: Make everyone read Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: If you could rename yourself, what new name would you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Jennifer!&lt;br /&gt;Lee: Luke Skywalker.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: Selena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: What one goal do you hope to accomplish this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I hope to make it to Level 2 in gymnastics, and I hope to get good at playing tennis.  And good grades in school of course.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: Stay home and play with my dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: What would you save first if your house caught on fire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: My family and my pets.  (Lee added the rule not people or animals because they're obvious.)  The computer.  I can't live without my computer.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: Food and lots of dolls and our whole kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: What would be on the menu for your ultimate birthday dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Cheese pizza, pepperoni pizza, and bacon pizza. Macaroni and cheese.  Chocolate milk or purple cow milk.  Which is absolutely good.  And cake.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: Cake, pizza, and um, hmm, a hamburger.  And beans.  And some potatoes and one little Sprite.  For my drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: What new person would you like to have as a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Lilypad.  There's a girl in my class named Lilypad.  Her name is Lilibeth, but for some reason Mrs. Elmore told us to call her Lilypad.  She didn't have any friends, and I wanted to be her friend.&lt;br /&gt;Lee: Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: Zoe from my school.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Stephenie Meyer (because Lee wouldn't let me pick Edward because he's not real).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: If you were leaving your state, which part of the country would you want to move to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Mississippi. &lt;br /&gt;Reagan: In America.  Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: Should kids be forced to try foods?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Yes, because if you won't try them, how do you know you won't like them?&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: Cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: What would you do for fun if you had to give up tv and electronic games?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I'd do my homework. I'd read and study and study my spelling words every day and go jump on the trampoline with Brittan.  And in the summer I'd swim in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: I would rather swim in a pool or jump on the trampoline with Brittan.  Swimming in the pool sounds like I'm going to drown, so I'll just pick trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: What's the nicest thing you've ever done for someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I can't tell you that.  It's a secret.  You'll have to wait for that for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: Get them a present and share cake with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: What three things would you like to change in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I'd like to change it so that when you go to bed, you have to use mouthwash and you have to brush your teeth.  And the second thing would be is that you had to make sure you had breakfast, snack, lunch, snack, dinner, snack, dessert.  And the third thing I would do, if you get a money, your parents have to give you ten more dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: The winter to sunny.  Move the toybox up into my room.  Have my room so clean and have it painted pink and blue and purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: If you could would you rather live in a boat or a treehouse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I'd rather live in a treehouse only because if I live in a boat, one day, it's gonna sink.  And you can make your treehouse as big as you want.  It can have a bed and everything.  It can have food.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: Okay, so everybody's gonna have a treehouse.  Oh my god, like everybody's picking treehouse.  If you picked a boat, you would drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: In what language would you like to be fluent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: English and Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: Umm, I would pick, umm, I would like to pick like, umm, I would like speak Anglidge.  Now let me find my way out of here so I can go potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: What would your life be like if you had all of your wishes granted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I'd be a pop star!&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: My life would be like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: Which character trait of your brother's and sister's would you like to have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I'd like to have the couragement to sometimes just...I can't answer that, I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Lee: I wish I was awesome like Justin.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: Fun gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: What's your favorite ride at an amusement park?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: That is so easy.  Roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan:  Ferris wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: If you could have any view from your bedroom window what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Oh, that is easy.  Carowinds.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: Hmm.  An island, a sparkly island with lots of hearts and lots of princesses and lots of elephants and lots of friendly friends.&lt;br /&gt;Lee: That was nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: I'm sorry.  That was something meant for girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: How did your family decide to settle in your hometown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I wasn't alive for this, so you two have to answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one funny from this morning that I don't want to forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car, Jenny was filling out a High School Musical book that was telling her future.  One of the questions was whether or not she would have talent.  The first response she uncovered was Nope.  She decided to do another one because, "I already have talent, so why would I lose it?  That doesn't make sense."  She did three before she finally got Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-2971111843587773980?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2971111843587773980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=2971111843587773980' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/2971111843587773980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/2971111843587773980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-table-topics.html' title='New Table Topics'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-2838953882838096901</id><published>2008-11-06T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:11:04.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't a Girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here's a phrase everyone may want to add to their regular lines.  Any time you're criticized for doing something, try Jenny's approach:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Can't a girl just not want to eat this dinner?&lt;br /&gt;-Can't a girl just want to throw her jacket up in the air?&lt;br /&gt;-Can't a girl just want to eat more candy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why she's started this, but I shared it with Charlotte a little while ago, and I know she wants to try it, so I thought everyone else might want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-2838953882838096901?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2838953882838096901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=2838953882838096901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/2838953882838096901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/2838953882838096901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/11/cant-girl.html' title='Can&apos;t a Girl...'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-8782512988364790693</id><published>2008-11-01T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T01:45:07.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had a great time trick-or-treating (most of us).  Brittan, Elise, and Aidan joined us.  Here are a few of my favorite pictures from the night.  There are a lot more on my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/euregirls"&gt;flickr &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SQwUuvb-pkI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Ih50gBZl2cY/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SQwUuvb-pkI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Ih50gBZl2cY/s320/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263604857729623618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SQwVEie4swI/AAAAAAAAAgM/rwZx0XiPv5k/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SQwVEie4swI/AAAAAAAAAgM/rwZx0XiPv5k/s320/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263605232209277698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SQwVeYGte8I/AAAAAAAAAgU/d4s4y6ASELU/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SQwVeYGte8I/AAAAAAAAAgU/d4s4y6ASELU/s320/049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263605676100123586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SQwVpvE6a1I/AAAAAAAAAgc/DfNs9QW2qtA/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SQwVpvE6a1I/AAAAAAAAAgc/DfNs9QW2qtA/s320/054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263605871245159250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SQwWIub8AFI/AAAAAAAAAgs/azLl2mSmNDw/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SQwWIub8AFI/AAAAAAAAAgs/azLl2mSmNDw/s320/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263606403649241170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SQwWVDIHLTI/AAAAAAAAAg0/zjXhNgEVmac/s1600-h/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SQwWVDIHLTI/AAAAAAAAAg0/zjXhNgEVmac/s320/071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263606615361662258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SQwWh2mWEKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/O5Wt7dTrOK8/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SQwWh2mWEKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/O5Wt7dTrOK8/s320/072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263606835337105570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SQwWxTp_pFI/AAAAAAAAAhE/aigOWVsMSMI/s1600-h/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SQwWxTp_pFI/AAAAAAAAAhE/aigOWVsMSMI/s320/075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263607100835079250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reagan did start complaining once we had finished our street.  She said, "You know what's more fun than Halloween? Staying in my house."  So I went ahead and brought her home to sit on the couch and eat her candy before I took the other kids back out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-8782512988364790693?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8782512988364790693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=8782512988364790693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/8782512988364790693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/8782512988364790693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SQwUuvb-pkI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Ih50gBZl2cY/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-6550025249496779244</id><published>2008-10-28T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:08:54.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes from Jenny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A couple nights ago, the girls snuck into our room to sleep on the floor after we went to sleep.  This is pretty much their goal every night, but sometimes they fall asleep before us so they miss their chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, they were working on their plan to sneak in, which mostly involved coming into our room approximately every two minutes to lay down on the floor.  Their sneaking is really loud walking into the room while giggling, so it's not exactly stealthy.  We asked why they want to sleep on our floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan's response: "Because it's so warm and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;comfty&lt;/span&gt; there." (not true; it's freezing cold)&lt;br /&gt;Jenny's response: "Because it just feels right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after all of that, I got rid of them repeatedly last night, and then eventually came downstairs for a little while to play on the computer and watch TV like usual.  They kept coming down to ask me things, and I kept yelling at them to go back upstairs and go back to sleep.  So they finally decided to listen and stay upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went up to bed, I found the following three notes on my pillow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reagan&lt;/span&gt; threw up on&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tish&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;I think she is sick.&lt;br /&gt;I hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yoe&lt;/span&gt; fill&lt;br /&gt;better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tommarow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;from,&lt;br /&gt;Jenny,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;reaagn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We are sorry for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;disobaying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yoe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;by coming down when you said no!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're sorry!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;reagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked on the girls.  Jenny was asleep.  Reagan did not appear to have a tissue full of throw-up, and she seemed fine.  So I went to bed and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-6550025249496779244?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6550025249496779244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=6550025249496779244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6550025249496779244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6550025249496779244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/10/notes-from-jenny.html' title='Notes from Jenny'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-1878981513209098169</id><published>2008-10-26T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T10:24:40.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Uncle Mario!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everyone can just pretend this post made it on here yesterday like it should have for Mario's actual birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mario had a birthday wish to have a video of the girls singing Dayman from It's Always Sunny for him.  They know it, since Lee sings it all the time, so I thought we'd be able to manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the official happy birthday version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T4k7coAT1E8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T4k7coAT1E8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a couple outtakes. The first is the first attempt, when Lee had to help them out a little.  And the second is Jenny once she improved some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Am1aacITS0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Am1aacITS0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vKOakmZ-gT0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vKOakmZ-gT0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So happy birthday, brother.  Hope you enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone else, if you don't watch It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, and therefore don't know where this is coming from, you should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-1878981513209098169?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1878981513209098169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=1878981513209098169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/1878981513209098169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/1878981513209098169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-uncle-mario.html' title='Happy Birthday, Uncle Mario!'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-3727403297617445909</id><published>2008-10-23T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:15:34.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Election</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jenny has been so funny about the election.  First of all, she's been upset for months now that we will be voting for Obama when all her friends say he's a terrible person.  Now, she's on board with Obama, but she gets really upset with all her friends who disagree.  This week, Emma (whoever she is) told Jenny that Obama hates Christians, and he's a liar, so why would Jenny vote for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, she's really into the yard signs for McCain or Obama.  She's concerned that Obama's not going to win because there are so many more McCain signs than Obama signs.  I explained that everyone in the country votes (well, not really everyone, but you know what I mean), and what matters is who wins the entire country, not just who wins this city, or this state.  I don't think she gets it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, we passed an Obama sign, and Jenny said, "There's an Obama sign!  Person with the Obama sign, you rock!"  And Reagan said she's sick of all these McKayla signs.  I don't think McKayla's going to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-3727403297617445909?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3727403297617445909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=3727403297617445909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/3727403297617445909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/3727403297617445909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/10/election.html' title='Election'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-6946603485940087026</id><published>2008-10-19T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:23:17.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We went and got the girls Halloween costumes this weekend.  They didn't quite stick with the vote (mostly because I didn't order the costumes, so we were choosing from what was in the Halloween store).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny will be what the package calls Charm School Witch, but what Jenny thinks is Hermione from Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SPux_LKXvFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/PEsaSoX-UO0/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SPux_LKXvFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/PEsaSoX-UO0/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258992688771349586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And Reagan decided to be a cheerleader, even though I tried very hard to convince her to be a vampire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SPuyUlIfrOI/AAAAAAAAAfs/xN4Q4BZXin8/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SPuyUlIfrOI/AAAAAAAAAfs/xN4Q4BZXin8/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258993056520056034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We went to Olive Garden for dinner yesterday, and I had so many great conversations with Reagan that I can't remember, but I do remember a long discussion about how "natural" Olive Garden is.  I asked Reagan what she meant, and she went on forever about how princes and princesses would never go somewhere like that because it's so crowded and noisy, you know, "natural."  Who knows what she actually means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And here are a couple pictures of Jenny at tennis today.  This was her second week, and she's really enjoying it (and looking stylish while she plays).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SPuy73BBnEI/AAAAAAAAAf0/nyzbt5iGoYA/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SPuy73BBnEI/AAAAAAAAAf0/nyzbt5iGoYA/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258993731335461954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SPuzPZd2iJI/AAAAAAAAAf8/2zEwzsklrns/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SPuzPZd2iJI/AAAAAAAAAf8/2zEwzsklrns/s320/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258994067000690834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-6946603485940087026?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6946603485940087026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=6946603485940087026' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6946603485940087026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6946603485940087026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-preview.html' title='Halloween Preview'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SPux_LKXvFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/PEsaSoX-UO0/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-5944857355651758522</id><published>2008-10-07T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:38:23.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jenny had some concerns to discuss with us this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: When you guys get divorced, which one of us is going to live with each of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee: You think you would be split up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Like Parent Trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee: I'm not going to answer that because mommy and I aren't going to get divorced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I'm just saying that one day you're going to meet a cute girl, and mommy's going to meet a cute guy.  Not now, but in like a couple years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this conversation started because I was teasing Lee about his girlfriend (who's obviously not real).  Jenny said, "Daddy, you're treating on mommy!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Yeah, how could you be treating?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny did correct herself - she said she meant cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee let her know that we don't have any plans to split up so she moved on for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-5944857355651758522?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5944857355651758522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=5944857355651758522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5944857355651758522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5944857355651758522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/10/concerns.html' title='Concerns'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-5451424467939399463</id><published>2008-10-04T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T13:51:56.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SOfXSdPshyI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Y7gmK73Oefo/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SOfXSdPshyI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Y7gmK73Oefo/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253404202439051042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We just got back from the fair.  It was fun, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, we were talking about what a cool fair it is, and how big it is.  I said that I didn't have a fair that big close to me when I was growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny said: "Aren't you glad you didn't die when you were little?  Cause then I wouldn't be here.  And you never would have seen this fair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I hope you notice Jenny's cool Nick Jonas t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-5451424467939399463?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5451424467939399463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=5451424467939399463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5451424467939399463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5451424467939399463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/10/fair.html' title='Fair'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SOfXSdPshyI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Y7gmK73Oefo/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-4875852277942910015</id><published>2008-10-02T18:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T18:16:47.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;has to lose the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that the only thing she can't say right?  Is she ever going to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-4875852277942910015?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4875852277942910015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=4875852277942910015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/4875852277942910015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/4875852277942910015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/10/reagan.html' title='Reagan'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-2478474352903661311</id><published>2008-09-30T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:03:33.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After I picked up the girls from daycare today, we headed to Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;-a to pick up dinner.  I was apparently a little slow to go at the stop light we were sitting at, so someone honked.  Jenny asked what that sound was, and I said, "Just someone rude honking at me."  I didn't really care, but Jenny turned and yelled, "What's wrong with you?  Can't you see she's just a mom trying to take care of two wild children?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny one from last night.  We went to Olive Garden to celebrate the first day at their new daycare (since Jenny was a little sad about it).  At one point, Reagan had to go to the bathroom, so I took her (Jenny had of course already been on her own twice at that point).  On the way back to her table, she made me feel really good by saying, "Her comes our fat selves."  Maybe she was just talking about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, one last little treat.  Jenny's planner has a section where you are supposed to list all the words you can make out of a particular word.  This week's word: sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny's responses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;sand (with the s written backwards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that made me think of the real last thing I have to say tonight.  This weekend the girls made Lee and I several "presents" that we didn't want.  And then they decided they would be our presents, so they put Christmas gift tags across their mouths and came to present themselves.  Reagan's tag said To Katie From Reagan, so it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny's tag: To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jee&lt;/span&gt; From Lenny.  Because she has so much trouble with writing her J's and L's backwards!  It's so annoying!  But it was funny - Lee saved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-2478474352903661311?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2478474352903661311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=2478474352903661311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/2478474352903661311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/2478474352903661311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/09/wild-children.html' title='Wild Children'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-3311492474915934099</id><published>2008-09-27T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T17:03:21.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Table Topics Are Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jenny just found the box of Table Topics again, so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: How is your family different from other families and does it bother you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Some families have five people, but ours just has four.  And ours has twins.&lt;br /&gt;Lee: You and Reagan aren't twins.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: But we mostly look the same except for the age and my hair is curly.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: And our feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: What do you like best and least about your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: The best is my wonderful family.  The least thing is that when I get in bed, Reagan kicks me off the bed.  That's the thing I hate.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: I like my daddy and my mommy and my sissy.  I don't like the way Uncle Marcus treats me.  Cause he calls me names.  I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: Which gift would you prefer: a toy you've wanted or a vacation with your family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I've always wanted to go to Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: A toy.  A pony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: Which TV show would you pick to live inside for a week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I'd probably pick to be Hannah Montana, and I could sing and dance all night.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: The Suite Life on Deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: What one thing would you like to know about the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I would like to know if I'm going to become a tennis player.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: That My Little Pony is a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: Would you rather have no rules to live by or rules to live by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I'd rather have rules because if someone comes in here, I want to know rules to do.  If someone comes in, the rule might be to stay in your room and lock all the doors.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: I think I would need rules if I had my own house just in case creepy things come in like spiders.  You know, crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: What is your favorite summertime activity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Going to the beach and visiting my cousin Lucas.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: Watching My Little Pony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: What's the best birthday party you can imagine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: In this house and it was all colored pink with purple polka dots and blue stripes and all the girls in the entire world came and bought me the best birthday presents.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: I imagine it like being a My Little Pony movie.  I mean being a Cinderella birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: If you were leaving your state, which part of the country would you want to move to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I'd stay on this side of the country and probably move to New York and hang out with Marcus and Justin and Nicole and Catherine.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: I would move to Mississippi with Jo-Jo.  I miss Jo-Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: What would be on the menu for your ultimate birthday dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I'd probably go to Jersey Mike's and get some sandwiches, and then go to Olive Garden and get some mints, and then go to Papa John's and pick up some pizza.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Applebee's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: What was your favorite family vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Going to the comic convention.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: Going to Hawaii. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(where we haven't gone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: What would you save first if your house caught fire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: First I would make sure all the pets were outside.  And then all the babies and then all the kids and then all the grownups.  I'd make sure I did not lose my Nick Jonas shirt.  That's not going to waste in fire.  And I'd have to get the library books so we can get some more.  And the keys so we can drive and go to the Y.  And my comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reagan has departed at this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: What one goal do you hope accomplish this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: This year I hope to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gooder&lt;/span&gt; at playing tennis.  I'm hoping to start winning a few games in tennis this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: How was your grandparents' childhood different from yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I can't answer that.  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: What would you like to change about your school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I wouldn't want to change anything about my school.  School makes you smart, it makes you talented, so I wouldn't change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: What do you most worry about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I most worry about my family because your family, if they're being hurt, you might want to worry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: What would you most like to do for someone else if you had the money and time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I'd ask them if they could do something for me and I'd help them.  I'd make them give me ten bucks, and I've them some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: If you could rename yourself, what new name would you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: Would you travel into space if you could?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: No.  You could probably die there.  I can't relax with that big thing on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: When are old things better than new things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Old things are never better.  Well, they are better.  Old things, well like, you can actually say old things are like something you've had for a long time and you take care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: When you receive two invitations at the same time, how do you decide which one to accept?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Most of my invitations, they'll like tell me where it is, and if I'm like hurt, my finger, and it's bowling, then I wouldn't.  At that moment, depending on what I feel like doing that day, then that's what I would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: What's the first thing you'd do if you were president?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I'd make it that when you become president, you have to make one of your family members your assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: What would be the positives and negatives of having a new baby in your family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: You'd never get sleep because it'd be crying all night.  Another thing I'd hate about it is you'd always have to be babysitting and you'd never have time to hang out with your friends because it's too cute to go away from.  The good is that it will always hang out with you and it has cute little fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: What's the best thing and worst thing about your position in the family birth order?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Well, the thing I would like is to be the littlest so I wouldn't always have to be the one doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: If you wanted to earn $50.00, how would you like to do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I would do it by playing tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: What would you like to be able to draw really well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I would like to be able to draw my whole family really well.  I would like to draw a picture of this whole family and of each one of us looking exactly alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: Would you choose to be the worst player on a winning team or the best player on a losing team?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Well, you know what the best thing is about being the worst player on the winning team? Because one day you might do something good.  I am not a loser, I'm a champion.  I would be the best player on the losing team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: When was it most difficult to persevere when you wanted to quit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: That probably happened, you know, while I was playing soccer.  It got tiring, and I wanted to sit out all the time, and I wanted to quit the game and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: In what way are you generous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I'm generous because last Christmas I took a few toys and I made presents for some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: How did your family decide to settle in your hometown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I can't really do that because I wasn't born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: What new person would you like to have as a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: I would like another baby, a little baby boy to be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: How did your parents meet and fall in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Oh, I don't really know that.&lt;br /&gt;Lee: You don't know how your parents met?&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Oh, I need to go watch this.  It's the new Suite Life on Deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's gone and doesn't care about her parents' love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-3311492474915934099?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3311492474915934099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=3311492474915934099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/3311492474915934099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/3311492474915934099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/09/table-topics-are-back.html' title='Table Topics Are Back!'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-3348156226409093508</id><published>2008-09-24T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:14:55.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accents and Other Zaniness (I don't think that's a word, but I use crazy too much)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The girls have had a couple new or substitute teachers at daycare the last couple weeks.  When I got there to pick them up today, Jenny said, "There she is - ask my mom!"  The Jenny told me that her teacher didn't believe they were born here because they have British accents.  I told her that they were in fact born at the hospital in Winston-Salem, and they just sometimes have strange ways that they talk.  Jenny talked about her accent all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Reagan's teacher told me what a trip she was when I got there to pick them up.  Reagan told her the following things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Her mom is named Katie, and she's 40.&lt;br /&gt;-Her dad is named Lee, and he's 30.&lt;br /&gt;-Her dad's dad died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her teacher noticed that I didn't seem to be 40, and then told me how sorry she was to hear about my husband's dad.  I told her we were doing okay since that happened 15 years ago.  And then Jenny yelled at Reagan and told her they weren't supposed to talk about things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan is suddenly obsessed with her dead grandfather for some reason, and she calls him Brankley.  Yesterday, she sat with me looking at pictures on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catori_inteus/"&gt;Charlotte's flickr site&lt;/a&gt;, and telling me how much she misses Brankley.  I said, "Really?  Cause you didn't know him?"  And she said, "Well, he is my granddaddy.  Of course I miss him."  Sweet, but odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-3348156226409093508?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3348156226409093508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=3348156226409093508' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/3348156226409093508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/3348156226409093508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/09/accents-and-other-zaniness-i-dont-think.html' title='Accents and Other Zaniness (I don&apos;t think that&apos;s a word, but I use crazy too much)'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-2136522731120372749</id><published>2008-09-11T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:42:39.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Vote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We need a little help picking Halloween costumes for the girls, so we've decided to put it up to a vote.  Let us know what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Jenny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmcGZggFeI/AAAAAAAAAd8/T_6dceG_d6w/s1600-h/jenny+-+gabriella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmcGZggFeI/AAAAAAAAAd8/T_6dceG_d6w/s320/jenny+-+gabriella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244894874790008290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Choice #1 - Gabriella (from High School Musical)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmcTNRHn9I/AAAAAAAAAeE/FZDhRDKSmfg/s1600-h/jenny+-+glamour+witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmcTNRHn9I/AAAAAAAAAeE/FZDhRDKSmfg/s320/jenny+-+glamour+witch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244895094842564562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Choice #2 - Glamour Witch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmchV53mPI/AAAAAAAAAeM/USTOapeVo4Q/s1600-h/jenny+-+hsm+cheerleadcer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmchV53mPI/AAAAAAAAAeM/USTOapeVo4Q/s320/jenny+-+hsm+cheerleadcer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244895337679132914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Choice #3 - High School Musical Cheerleader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmcuSLXfXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/012Jp6wVxZ4/s1600-h/Jenny+-+pink+wonder+woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmcuSLXfXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/012Jp6wVxZ4/s320/Jenny+-+pink+wonder+woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244895560017083762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Choice #4 - Pink Wonder Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmc9Qr-gSI/AAAAAAAAAec/B0pfIPxMES8/s1600-h/jenny+-+purple+rhinestone+gown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmc9Qr-gSI/AAAAAAAAAec/B0pfIPxMES8/s320/jenny+-+purple+rhinestone+gown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244895817315025186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Choice #5 - Purple Rhinestone Gown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmdNk89MlI/AAAAAAAAAek/_utYx8tnLuk/s1600-h/jenny+-+sharpay+golf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmdNk89MlI/AAAAAAAAAek/_utYx8tnLuk/s320/jenny+-+sharpay+golf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244896097632858706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Choice #6 - Sharpay in Golf Outfit (from High School Musical 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for Reagan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmdfE4v3tI/AAAAAAAAAes/GX6cr1KHZHk/s1600-h/jenny+-+gabriella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmdfE4v3tI/AAAAAAAAAes/GX6cr1KHZHk/s320/jenny+-+gabriella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244896398262918866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Choice #1 - Gabriella's twin, Gabriella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmduhyoMDI/AAAAAAAAAe0/AME7lJEa_rY/s1600-h/reagan+-+flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmduhyoMDI/AAAAAAAAAe0/AME7lJEa_rY/s320/reagan+-+flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244896663719915570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Choice #2 - Flower Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmd5ebdrgI/AAAAAAAAAe8/_0sj8o0QPaU/s1600-h/reagan+-+gothic+vampira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmd5ebdrgI/AAAAAAAAAe8/_0sj8o0QPaU/s320/reagan+-+gothic+vampira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244896851796012546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Choice #3 - Gothic Vampira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmeD5sCG1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/y8n7fLdRWUo/s1600-h/reagan+-+prima+ballerina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmeD5sCG1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/y8n7fLdRWUo/s320/reagan+-+prima+ballerina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244897030911957842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Choice #4 - Prima Ballerina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmePE2XWQI/AAAAAAAAAfM/9RA0-8lRCok/s1600-h/reagan+-+sharpay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmePE2XWQI/AAAAAAAAAfM/9RA0-8lRCok/s320/reagan+-+sharpay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244897222886643970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Choice #5 - Sharpay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmeaG4_6wI/AAAAAAAAAfU/RcDXEZjmI4s/s1600-h/reagan+-+supergirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmeaG4_6wI/AAAAAAAAAfU/RcDXEZjmI4s/s320/reagan+-+supergirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244897412413123330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Choice #6 - Supergirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There you have it!  Comments required!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8972652081246310739-2136522731120372749?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2136522731120372749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=2136522731120372749' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/2136522731120372749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/2136522731120372749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/09/halloween-vote.html' title='Halloween Vote'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMmcGZggFeI/AAAAAAAAAd8/T_6dceG_d6w/s72-c/jenny+-+gabriella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-4127171762998213530</id><published>2008-09-07T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:51:56.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here are a couple pictures from the first night of dance and gymnastics this week - Reagan's starting dance, and Jenny's continuing with Level 1 gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan's teacher was very impressed by her brain - she apparently was the one who remembered everything taught in class.  We'll see how next week goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMQT_pGVHfI/AAAAAAAAAds/vedznHaWJTg/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMQT_pGVHfI/AAAAAAAAAds/vedznHaWJTg/s320/088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243337850251189746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMQUOb_2FuI/AAAAAAAAAd0/maGhIDYyMz4/s1600-h/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMQUOb_2FuI/AAAAAAAAAd0/maGhIDYyMz4/s320/097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243338104432367330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jenny also made Lee very proud this week by reading a kid's encyclopedia-type book, so that she could study about the presidents and be ready for Presidents Day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-4127171762998213530?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4127171762998213530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=4127171762998213530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/4127171762998213530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/4127171762998213530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-class.html' title='New Class'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SMQT_pGVHfI/AAAAAAAAAds/vedznHaWJTg/s72-c/088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-6511616344820435219</id><published>2008-08-29T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:47:08.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This evening's car conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: I can't wait until I'm as old as Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;Lee: You'll never be as old as Jenny.  She's older than you.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: But I'll be as old as Brittan when I turn 5.&lt;br /&gt;Me: For a few months.&lt;br /&gt;Lee: Like mommy's always younger than me.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: No.  You're older than mommy.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Reagan, that's the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: But the sky is bigger than everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take that.  Way to win that argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-6511616344820435219?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6511616344820435219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=6511616344820435219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6511616344820435219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6511616344820435219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/sky.html' title='The Sky'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-7881527236040909722</id><published>2008-08-26T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T05:19:00.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SLP0q9jne0I/AAAAAAAAAdk/Uf1GiauCFCo/s1600-h/first+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SLP0q9jne0I/AAAAAAAAAdk/Uf1GiauCFCo/s320/first+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238799810477652802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jenny's first day of second grade was yesterday.  She had a great day, and seems excited about the new school year.  Here are the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Her worst enemy, Lorelai, is not in her class.&lt;br /&gt;-She thought the boy who kissed her last year, Caleb, was in her class, so she was a little worried, but she found out yesterday that it's a different Caleb.&lt;br /&gt;-She likes her teacher, Mrs. Hale (who she continues to call Mrs. Hell - even though I keep trying to correct her).&lt;br /&gt;-There is a student teacher from Wake in her class who's a cheerleader, so she's hoping to learn some cheers in class.&lt;br /&gt;-She's already made a new friend named Emma.  And Emma came to her to ask to be her friend.  Jenny didn't even have to ask.&lt;br /&gt;-She got a compliment from her teacher on the first day for being good in the hallway - that's exactly how Jenny put it to me - she couldn't believe she got a compliment on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And making her first day even better, she pooped out the marble that I forgot she had swallowed Sunday night!  She came and told me after she was in bed (of course) on Sunday that she had swallowed a marble.  I told her that there really wasn't anything I could do about it at that point.  She was playing at Brittan's last night and went in to use the bathroom.  She came out and told me she had to tell me something, and then she whispered, "I pooped out the marble."  It was hilarious, especially because I'd totally forgotten that she swallowed one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-7881527236040909722?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7881527236040909722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=7881527236040909722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7881527236040909722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7881527236040909722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SLP0q9jne0I/AAAAAAAAAdk/Uf1GiauCFCo/s72-c/first+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-4491230463734533439</id><published>2008-08-22T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T04:59:53.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This morning when I woke up, I found the girls asleep on our bedroom floor, at the foot of our bed.  It's a really stupid place to sleep because it's right where Lee has to walk through from his side of the bed, so he's pretty certain he probably stepped on them three times last night, but they don't care.  Anyway, I asked them why they were sleeping in our room.  It's not exactly rare, but I was curious what prompted last night's visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny - Because of our bed.&lt;br /&gt;Me - What about your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Jenny - It was wet.&lt;br /&gt;Me - Why was your bed wet?&lt;br /&gt;Jenny - Because Reagan poured water on it.&lt;br /&gt;Me - Why?&lt;br /&gt;Reagan - I didn't pour it.  It just spilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do my children do things like this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one other quick one from earlier in the week I forgot to post.  Reagan and I were running out somewhere, and she said she wanted to put on her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seatbelt&lt;/span&gt; herself.  I was waiting for her, and asked if she needed any help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan - No, this is how I rock.&lt;br /&gt;Me - You mean, this is how you roll?&lt;br /&gt;Reagan - No, I mean rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought it was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for anyone interested, I just finished reading the Twilight Series (the Stephenie Meyer teen vampire romance) that people were all crazy about.  I saw a lot of people had a very strong (negative) reaction to the last book when it came out a couple weeks ago, and I decided to see what it was all about.  Anyway, I really enjoyed the whole series, even though I didn't think it would be my kind of thing.  Now I'm trying to convince Lee we should read it together, but he's not really going for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-4491230463734533439?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4491230463734533439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=4491230463734533439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/4491230463734533439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/4491230463734533439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/wet-bed.html' title='Wet Bed'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-6726302216648782295</id><published>2008-08-17T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:58:50.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You would think this conversation would be one I'd have with Reagan, but it was actually Jenny for a change.  She and I were headed out to the store yesterday and had the following conversation (or close enough to this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny - What's under graves?&lt;br /&gt;Me - Dead bodies.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny - Souls or just bodies?&lt;br /&gt;Me - Just bodies.&lt;br /&gt;(Pause for a couple minutes while we just innocently listen to music.)&lt;br /&gt;Jenny - So she just died with a paper towel in her hand?&lt;br /&gt;Me - What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Jenny - Grandmommie.  She just died with a paper towel in her hand?&lt;br /&gt;Me - Seriously, what are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Jenny - I remember Grandmommie had a paper towel in her hand at her funeral.&lt;br /&gt;Me - Oh.  It was probably a handkerchief or something. &lt;br /&gt;Jenny - So she died that way?&lt;br /&gt;Me - No.  Sometimes when people die, their relatives want to have a chance for everyone to say goodbye to them, so they take their bodies to a funeral home where they fix them up to make them look as good as they can and put them in the clothes their family picked out.  The handkerchief must have been part of what Uncle Taze picked out.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny - Ooooh.  I thought she was just walking and fell down and died with that in her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other little note from the weekend.  We went to Build-A-Bear yesterday with Brittan for her birthday.  After you make your bear, you sit at a computer to make a certificate with the bear's information, and you give the bear a name.  Jenny went first and named hers Angel.  Then it was Reagan's turn.  I asked her what she wanted to name her bear, and her immediate response was "Chickenhead."  I vetoed that one, and after also rejecting Angel since that was the same name Jenny gave hers, we settled on Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-6726302216648782295?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6726302216648782295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=6726302216648782295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6726302216648782295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6726302216648782295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/graves.html' title='Graves'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-8866732902698866680</id><published>2008-08-11T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:08:03.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think it's going to be hard for me to decide if it's more fun to play Dance Dance Revolution or Guitar Hero on the Wii.  I think I'm better at Dance Dance Revolution.  But I want to get more songs available in our Guitar Hero game.  And I also want to get more songs unlocked on Dance Dance Revolution.  Really today was my first day on Guitar Hero, but I think those games are somewhat similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post is totally unrelated to the children, but I thought I'd share anyway.  And it is sort of related because, as Jenny points out fairly, often, it is her Wii, not mine.  But Jenny doesn't come home from Hilton Head until tomorrow, so it's mine for now!  Though Reagan did attempt Guitar Hero, and I wouldn't say she was a Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-8866732902698866680?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8866732902698866680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=8866732902698866680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/8866732902698866680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/8866732902698866680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just so you know'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-3012625463864595607</id><published>2008-08-07T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:30:36.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So Jenny's headed to Hilton Head for a visit, and all of our fun company is gone, so it's done to me, Reagan and Lee.  We're sitting here eating and talking, and I realized I needed to attempt to transcribe some of this.  I've already missed so much of what's been said, but I'll try to re-create some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent awhile talking about how she wants to go see Dark Knight, but we don't think that would be okay for her.  She says she still wants to see it, and she would hide during the bad parts when the Joker eats people because he eats so many people.  We explained that he doesn't really eat people, but she doesn't believe us.  So she moved on to say that if Wilson went with us, he would be scared that the joker would eat him, but Wilson would eat the Joker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, randomly, Reagan asked, "Don't you wish that this house got smashed and came back up?  I don't wish that, I'm just asking if you do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: Mama, what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Katie.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: I meant your real name.&lt;br /&gt;Me: That is my real name.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: No, that's your middle name.  Your real name is Mommy.  And Daddy's name is Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Katie/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SJt3X7imlpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Gae3U4lI5Hw/s1600-h/Reagan+by+Charlotte+080708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SJt3X7imlpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Gae3U4lI5Hw/s320/Reagan+by+Charlotte+080708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231906645124486802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(picture stolen from Charlotte)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8972652081246310739-3012625463864595607?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3012625463864595607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=3012625463864595607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/3012625463864595607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/3012625463864595607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/insanity.html' title='Insanity'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SJt3X7imlpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Gae3U4lI5Hw/s72-c/Reagan+by+Charlotte+080708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-5554628754296400639</id><published>2008-07-27T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:48:34.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SI0JQT1ifZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/b0rldpAi5m4/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SI0JQT1ifZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/b0rldpAi5m4/s320/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227844918254402962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We took a quick weekend trip to Hilton Head to celebrate Dad's 60th birthday.  I just posted new pictures on Flickr.  We brought Jenny and Reagan's friend, Brittan, with us, and they all had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the funniest Reagan story from the weekend.  She and Mom went to the bathroom at the beach this morning, and they were gone quite a while.  When Mom got back, I asked what went on while they were gone.  Here's what I remember from Mom's story of the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: You know what I wish?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: What?&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: I wish you were my mom and Pi-pa was my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: What about your mom and dad?&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: Hmmm.  You know what I wish?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: What?&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: My mom can marry you, and my dad can marry Pi-pa.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: That doesn't really make sense.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan: Well, my mom can dress up like a man, and my dad can dress up like a lady, and then we'll have a big wedding!  And then we'll all live together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-5554628754296400639?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5554628754296400639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=5554628754296400639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5554628754296400639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5554628754296400639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back!'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SI0JQT1ifZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/b0rldpAi5m4/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-4122238721943955230</id><published>2008-07-21T16:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T17:07:12.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had a fun and eventful weekend celebrating Jenny's 7th birthday, and the pictures are finally on Flickr to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo-Jo arrived on Thursday evening, so the celebrating started early.  The girls love having her visit and being spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning, Jenny got up to start her big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SIUg4425zZI/AAAAAAAAAb4/WeRU1GSE05A/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SIUg4425zZI/AAAAAAAAAb4/WeRU1GSE05A/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225619104340757906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She's still looking a little rough at this point, but she was ready for her day.  She got a little mad because I told her that she wasn't really 7 until about 6:30 that night because that's the time of day she was born.  She acted like I stole her birthday when I told her that, but we were able to move on.  We stopped on the way to school to pick up cupcakes so she could celebrate with her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo-Jo picked her up so she could get started early on her birthday evening.  She invited her friend Elise to spend the night, and since Elise is 9 years old, she felt very cool.  They ate junk food, played on the Wii, fixed hair, painted fingernails and stayed up until midnight.  A perfect sleepover.  And I continued to prove that I'm so much better than them at Dance Dance Revolution, which is definitely my favorite Wii game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SIUh29GlOPI/AAAAAAAAAcA/r6979Qe_qA8/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SIUh29GlOPI/AAAAAAAAAcA/r6979Qe_qA8/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225620170632149234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SIUiEGSyXfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/KqRcwPRHEWg/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SIUiEGSyXfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/KqRcwPRHEWg/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225620396437560818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On Saturday, we got up and went to get bagels for breakfast - cinnamon sugar with strawberry cream cheese is Jenny's new favorite breakfast.  Then we had her actual birthday party at her gymnastics place.  They got to do cool stuff like jump in a pit filled with foam blocks, play with a giant parachute (like from elementary school!), play in a giant inflatable and on gymnastics equipment, then get gold medals and eat cake!  It was lots of fun - and then we got to come home and open all the presents and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SIUikk1D2KI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/C2vGIekypss/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SIUikk1D2KI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/C2vGIekypss/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225620954390190242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SIUi9xCYRfI/AAAAAAAAAcY/G0SRiXgAy98/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SIUi9xCYRfI/AAAAAAAAAcY/G0SRiXgAy98/s320/057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225621387164009970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SIUjOEG34uI/AAAAAAAAAcg/-9OzWjrey-Y/s1600-h/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SIUjOEG34uI/AAAAAAAAAcg/-9OzWjrey-Y/s320/097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225621667161039586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SIUjeP4NgtI/AAAAAAAAAco/d6XWfB-Cgtc/s1600-h/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SIUjeP4NgtI/AAAAAAAAAco/d6XWfB-Cgtc/s320/101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225621945198674642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She finished the exciting birthday weekend by returning one of her gifts at Target on Sunday.  She was so excited to go up to the customer service counter and tell them she wanted to "inschange" a present she didn't want.  Then they gave her a little giftcard to spend and she got 4 things for the one she exchanged.  And we went to the used book store so they could spend some of my credit - it was just amusing because Jenny got tons of little girl chapter books like Mary-Kate and Ashley mysteries and Lizzie McGuire stories, and Reagan got a whole bunch of science kinds of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was pretty much the end of the fun.  It obviously wasn't enough for Jenny because she did cry yesterday when I said that I didn't want to go to Olive Garden for dinner like she wanted - she just wanted to do that one thing for her birthday.  As opposed to the 10 other things we did just for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-4122238721943955230?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4122238721943955230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=4122238721943955230' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/4122238721943955230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/4122238721943955230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthday-weekend.html' title='Birthday Weekend'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SIUg4425zZI/AAAAAAAAAb4/WeRU1GSE05A/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-6543508107313243380</id><published>2008-07-13T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:35:13.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Cow Racing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2AYT_bGsfMI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2AYT_bGsfMI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is a quick video of the girls doing a cow racing game on the Wii the first night we got it.  Jenny is just silently playing the game, though she does move around a bit, and Reagan is yelling lots of crazy things, and possibly swearing - I can't really tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-6543508107313243380?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6543508107313243380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=6543508107313243380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6543508107313243380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6543508107313243380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/wii-cow-racing.html' title='Wii Cow Racing'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-3096997546096830489</id><published>2008-07-13T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:42:08.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can't even come up with a better subject than just Reagan because there's just not anything else to say.  Here are two little gems from this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is from a few minutes ago - "Girls shouldn't hit their moms or call them bitches, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one from a couple nights ago.  She came in our room after we were all in bad to ask what kinds of things are bad for you.  Lee told her that alcohol and drugs are bad for you.  Reagan's response - "I'm definitely not eating alcohol or drugs because they're driving me crazy and dragging me everywhere."  I laughed for so long at that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave Jenny her Wii for her birthday a few days early on Thursday, so she's playing it constantly (maybe I am, too).  She's made Miis for just about everyone she can think of (I hope), and I think it's funny that she actually recognizes each of them when they pop up even though half of them look the same.  Then she uses various Miis to play all the different games to see what they're good at - she really believes that each individual Mii has skill, and that it has nothing to do with her play.  I think we're definitely going to have a lot of fun with the Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-3096997546096830489?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3096997546096830489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=3096997546096830489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/3096997546096830489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/3096997546096830489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/reagan.html' title='Reagan'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-7647481866884924094</id><published>2008-07-10T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:10:00.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When we were on the way to school this morning, the new Cheetah Girls song came on Radio Disney.  I hadn't heard it before, but I thought maybe it was old.  There's a new Cheetah Girls movie coming on next month, and it's set in India.  Jenny told me that this song was the new one, and she knew.  She said, "Can't you hear how it sounds Indian instead of like hip-hop?"  I didn't know she knew the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny's also unreasonably excited about the fact that she got an early birthday gift yesterday from someone who won't be in town for her party.  It's a little High School Musical bra and panties set, and she just can't believe that she has her own bra.  She's decided she's old enough and is going to wear it every day now.  We had lots of discussions about this last night, which just caused Reagan to say she was glad we were having a "boob talk." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-7647481866884924094?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7647481866884924094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=7647481866884924094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7647481866884924094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7647481866884924094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/understanding-songs.html' title='Understanding Songs'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-5996996185500335154</id><published>2008-07-06T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T14:35:14.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superpowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You guys might want to remember this post in a few weeks.  We were just heading out to attempt to play a little tennis with the girls, and we had the following conversation in the car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny:  Mommy, do you just want to have regular girls or girls who have superpowers so you can have everything you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Well, I guess I'd want you to have the superpowers.  Is this something I need to really think about?  Do you really think you'll be getting superpowers soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny:  Yes, in three weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Oh.  So what will your superpower be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny:  I will be able to get people to do anything I say.  So if we're in a store and I want something, I'll be able to get them to give it to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  So you plan to use your superpowers for evil to steal from stores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny:  Um, yeah, I guess so.  And money!  We can get people to give us money so we'll be rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about that for a little bit and how she might want to have some other power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny:  Oh, I know what I'd want instead.  I'd want to be able to read people's minds.  Then I'd be able to see if Brianna was mad at me because sometimes I think she is, but I'm really not sure, but I'd know if I could read her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Lee:  Oh, Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan kept saying that she was also going to have whatever superpower Jenny said she was going to have, which really made Jenny mad because she's selfish with her superpowers.  I felt like it probably wasn't an issue we'd really have to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-5996996185500335154?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5996996185500335154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=5996996185500335154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5996996185500335154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5996996185500335154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/superpowers.html' title='Superpowers'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-5496347507677554494</id><published>2008-07-01T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:36:20.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jenny just informed me that this has been one of the worst days of her entire life because it's been the most painful day of her entire life.  And it's close to her birthday (that's what she said, not me).  She has her first case of swimmer's ear, and it has been rough (for me).  She has two hour windows about half an hour after taking Tylenol when she feels okay, and spends the other two hours really sadly crying about her ear pain.  I let her stay home today, and stupidly let Reagan stay home, too.  I was hoping we'd all get some sleep since we were up most of the night - Reagan because she's crazy and never sleeps, and Jenny because she kept waking up in pain.  But that didn't happen, so hopefully we're off to bed shortly once Lee finishes watching Star Wars: Episode II for the trillionth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan also told me earlier that she had the worst day ever because Brittan fell in love with Noah today.  Those are a couple of her friends.  First of all, I don't think it's true.  Second, I don't think she should care unless she's in love with Noah (or Brittan) also.  But no one can ever really understand what Reagan's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had long detailed discussions about Hellboy last night because we saw a preview for the movie.  She asked a lot of questions about his horns, and some other funny things.  What made it even funnier was that she called him "Ellboy" the entire time, like she's British.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll be back to normal life tomorrow!  If there is such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-5496347507677554494?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5496347507677554494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=5496347507677554494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5496347507677554494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5496347507677554494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/rough-day.html' title='Rough Day'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-3205431284899754249</id><published>2008-06-28T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T18:39:44.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We're in full summertime mode here, which means we're back from all our trips and settled in.  And it means the girls are spending all their time across the street at Brittan's new pool.  Reagan's finally gotten brave enough to be in the pool, but only in a float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending time uploading a lot of pictures to the flickr site that I started, so there's a lot there, and I'm still working through the pictures on this computer before I start on older ones.  Here are a few from the last week though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SGbk06bAB_I/AAAAAAAAAac/hXBGew__qww/s1600-h/pool+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SGbk06bAB_I/AAAAAAAAAac/hXBGew__qww/s320/pool+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217108816042133490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With Iron Man at the convention - they took a picture with him both days.  They really didn't do many pictures the whole time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SGblO54Sh0I/AAAAAAAAAak/4DgSzEhmHyQ/s1600-h/pool+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SGblO54Sh0I/AAAAAAAAAak/4DgSzEhmHyQ/s320/pool+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217109262573143874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After jumping on the Heavenly Bed in the hotel, while wearing the Owly shirts we got to be nightgowns since they forgot to pack any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SGblshEceeI/AAAAAAAAAas/s_bOl_PMjtQ/s1600-h/pool+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SGblshEceeI/AAAAAAAAAas/s_bOl_PMjtQ/s320/pool+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217109771309316578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jenny and her friend Elyse in the pool - after they've traded bathing suits.  They seem to always want to trade for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SGbmF7DcSuI/AAAAAAAAAa0/jIAWzPBV2PQ/s1600-h/pool+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SGbmF7DcSuI/AAAAAAAAAa0/jIAWzPBV2PQ/s320/pool+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217110207781161698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reagan in the pool!  So pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SGbmaYuks-I/AAAAAAAAAa8/8scgSFq-x9A/s1600-h/pool+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SGbmaYuks-I/AAAAAAAAAa8/8scgSFq-x9A/s320/pool+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217110559344079842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm including this one here so someone else can see one of Reagan's crazy outfits.  Jenny's is a little weird, too, but it doesn't compare to Reagan's.  Note the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1.  Fancy dress is the base of it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2.  Jeans she wanted to wear with it so I'd be proud of her because she never wants to wear pants when I want her to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3.  Cropped jacket to stay warm in upper 90 degree weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4.  Purple socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;5.  Shoes on wrong feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;6.  Totally unbrushed hair (that part's my fault).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Our other awesome summertime activity - riding around with the windows open and listening to New Kids on the Block's new song, "Summertime."  It's so good.  We're the coolest girls in Winston-Salem.  We just found out that New Kids have added a Charlotte date to their tour, and tickets go on sale on Jenny's birthday.  I've turned Jenny into a fan, so we really want to go!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-3205431284899754249?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3205431284899754249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=3205431284899754249' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/3205431284899754249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/3205431284899754249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/summertime.html' title='Summertime'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SGbk06bAB_I/AAAAAAAAAac/hXBGew__qww/s72-c/pool+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-1646273143963132380</id><published>2008-06-19T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:44:22.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Philadelphia . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and heading to Charlotte to the Heroes Convention in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have a lot to post about our Philadelphia trip when I have more time, but I wanted to go ahead and post this link to the new flickr account I created to share some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/euregirls/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/euregirls/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many will get uploaded this evening, but it's a start.  Uncle Mario will have to share some of his photos, and so will Nicole - there's a lot that went on while I was in my conference, so I know there are some other good pictures out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls had a good time - Reagan wants to move in with Uncle Mario in Philadelphia.  Her big concerns there were about all the dead people - especially Ben Franklin.  Jenny said her favorite part was when she got rained on at the zoo because all she wanted to do was get wet.  Hopefully we'll come up with more than that once we've talked about it some more.  All in all, we're happy to be home for this one night - for Lee's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-1646273143963132380?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1646273143963132380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=1646273143963132380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/1646273143963132380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/1646273143963132380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-from-philadelphia.html' title='Back from Philadelphia . . .'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-6132507587477370191</id><published>2008-06-14T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T04:05:22.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going on a trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reagan and I are up early this morning, and we were just talking about how we're going to Philadelphia tomorrow.  She just got so excited that it's finally so close.  And then she said, "My blood is going to go crazy when we're in an air balloon."  I have no idea what she means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we're heading to Raleigh to the airport early tomorrow morning, so we should be in Philadelphia by noon.  Mario's going to pick us up at the airport, and Nicole's going to meet us a little later, so we'll have a fun day!  We're taking the train back on Thursday, and then heading straight to the comic convention on Friday, so this will be our busiest week ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-6132507587477370191?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6132507587477370191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=6132507587477370191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6132507587477370191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6132507587477370191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/going-on-trip.html' title='Going on a trip'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-3450327869019217687</id><published>2008-06-12T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:05:10.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Wanna Grow Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reagan just suddenly became concerned about when she grows up and has to move out of our house.  Apparently she doesn't want to live alone.  And she's upset that we won't have a daughter anymore.  We've tried to reassure her by telling her that she's only 4, and we won't make her move out for a long time, but it's not helping. We also told her that she will always be our daughter.  And then we called my parents so my dad could explain that I'm still their daughter even though I don't live with them.  And we told her that by the time she's old enough, she may feel ready to move out.  That still didn't really help.  She's left the room, distracted by the Disney Channel, so maybe we can move on from this for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-3450327869019217687?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3450327869019217687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=3450327869019217687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/3450327869019217687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/3450327869019217687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dont-wanna-grow-up.html' title='I Don&apos;t Wanna Grow Up'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-4936093421453011639</id><published>2008-06-11T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:19:48.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rilo Kiley!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lee and I are off to see Rilo Kiley again shortly!  We're going to see them in Asheville again.  The girls are spending the night at Brittan's house, so they're happy.  We'll be tired at work tomorrow - or I guess I should say I will because Lee has jury duty!  Just thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-4936093421453011639?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4936093421453011639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=4936093421453011639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/4936093421453011639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/4936093421453011639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/rilo-kiley.html' title='Rilo Kiley!'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-7867342035625418413</id><published>2008-06-10T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T16:41:58.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Table Topics Revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jenny wanted to do something fun to celebrate the last day of school, so she decided to do some Table Topics with us.  Here's the question she just answered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question:&lt;/span&gt;  Do you share any physical traits with your family members?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jenny's Answer:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, Daddy, I'm like your dad because he had problems with his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Us:&lt;/span&gt;  Where are you going with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jenny:&lt;/span&gt;  He had problems with his heart, and I have problems with it hurting when I go to the bathroom, so it's like we both have problems with our bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mentioned that she might have come up with the fact that her hair is like Lee's, and her eyes are like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-7867342035625418413?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7867342035625418413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=7867342035625418413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7867342035625418413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7867342035625418413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/table-topics-revisited.html' title='Table Topics Revisited'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-954855494151785374</id><published>2008-06-09T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:24:04.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Hits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I haven't blogged in a while (obviously), so I thought I would just post some of the recent funny things that have been said that I haven't logged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I had this conversation with Reagan yesterday when we were walking back across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reagan: When am I gonna be sexteen and go to school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:  You mean sixteen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reagan:  No, I mean sexy.  When am I gonna be sexy and go to school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:  Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reagan:  Unh, I just mean, when am I gonna be popular?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:  I think you already are popular, Reagan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reagan:  No, I'm not.  You know, popular girls don't cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:  Oh.  Why are you asking all these things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Reagan just moves on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Last week, on Thursday I think, Jenny told me she had the worst day ever at school (she has a lot of those).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jenny:  I don't have any more friends at school.  Tayler E. somehow convinced Keri not to be my friend anymore.  So I don't have any friends.  And I cried all afternoon, and Tayler E. had to go to the principal's office for stealing my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:  You know, you can really only have one worst enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Last week, Jenny came into our room late at night to tell us that Reagan thought we were having sex.  I clarified because I really didn't think Reagan would come up with this, but it was Reagan.  And then she asked me if she could go ask Daddy (Lee was downstairs).  I said sure, so that he could be shocked like I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jenny did a little cheer in the car yesterday that I asked her not to do again.  Here's how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jenny:  I'm number one, you're number two, I'm gonna whoop the shit out of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:  What did you just say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jenny repeats the cheer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:  You know that's a bad word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jenny:  But what can I say instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:  Just don't do that cheer.  The whole thing is rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-954855494151785374?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/954855494151785374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=954855494151785374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/954855494151785374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/954855494151785374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/recent-hits.html' title='Recent Hits'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-7817878621446037303</id><published>2008-05-27T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:16:48.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reagan's apparently getting into the vintage clothing at a younger age than her Aunt Charlotte.  When Jo-Jo was here sorting through some stuff in storage, she brought back a box of dresses from when Charlotte was little (hope that was okay with you, Charlotte!), and the girls love them.  This morning, Reagan chose to wear this to school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SDyHXJSbxfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/jNjfTKNZPLQ/s1600-h/Vintage+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SDyHXJSbxfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/jNjfTKNZPLQ/s320/Vintage+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205184101033428466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And while it's not very clear, if you look closely, you can see that she's wearing her shoes on the wrong feet as she does every day.  And every day I (and others) point it out to her, but she actually likes wearing her shoes on the wrong feet.  I think it would be really uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so Jenny's not offended, I'll post a picture of her from this morning, too.  She doesn't go for the vintage look, but she's still very stylish.  Doesn't she just look too cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SDyHu5SbxgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/OHqaiLBCw-E/s1600-h/Vintage+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SDyHu5SbxgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/OHqaiLBCw-E/s320/Vintage+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205184509055321602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-7817878621446037303?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7817878621446037303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=7817878621446037303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7817878621446037303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7817878621446037303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/vintage.html' title='Vintage'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SDyHXJSbxfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/jNjfTKNZPLQ/s72-c/Vintage+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-6146142711969281563</id><published>2008-05-26T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:09:33.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The girls got to spend the day with Lee today while I went to work since I usually work holidays.  When I got home, Jenny told me to be quiet when I came into the house because Reagan was taking a nap.  I asked what she'd been doing, and she told me she was learning things from Daddy.  Here are a couple things she told me she learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-She should never go to Africa.  Since mosquitoes really like her, she would probably die from malaria.&lt;br /&gt;-Apparently Jenny has thought for a long time that American soldiers are stuck in "a rock."  Using the globe, Lee was apparently able to get her to finally understand that they are in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one other funny I forgot to post last week - we were watching Headlines on The Tonight Show, and there was one showing a kid's menu at some restaurant that had a cartoony picture of a dinosaur eating a kid at the top.  Jay commented that it was a strange choice for a kid's menu - scare them off with a dinosaur.  Jenny said that she hoped the dinosaur would eat her worst enemy, Lorelai.  And she said it just like that - her worst enemy.  Did you have a worst enemy in first grade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan's just her usual crazy.  It's hard to describe.  I'll try to come up with something later.  She's waiting not very patiently for me to paint her nails (asking me repeatedly as I type this).  "Mama, are you finished yet because I really want my fingernails painted?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-6146142711969281563?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6146142711969281563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=6146142711969281563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6146142711969281563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6146142711969281563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/rock.html' title='A Rock'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-8409821999333765150</id><published>2008-05-19T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:50:58.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trampoline Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's a new trampoline across the street at Brittan's house, so that's where the girls plan to spend all their time.  Here are a couple pictures I just took before I got on the trampoline and realized it's much more of a workout than I thought!  As usual, Jenny's much braver than Reagan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SDINfQ_AE9I/AAAAAAAAAZM/Qqot5OEtaQ0/s1600-h/trampoline+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SDINfQ_AE9I/AAAAAAAAAZM/Qqot5OEtaQ0/s320/trampoline+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202235350352663506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SDINwg_AE-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/VblVyq-8bQw/s1600-h/trampoline+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SDINwg_AE-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/VblVyq-8bQw/s320/trampoline+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202235646705406946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SDIN-g_AE_I/AAAAAAAAAZc/WRhNRHTWWkk/s1600-h/trampoline+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SDIN-g_AE_I/AAAAAAAAAZc/WRhNRHTWWkk/s320/trampoline+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202235887223575538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SDIPwg_AFBI/AAAAAAAAAZs/kCvBo1_ZQw8/s1600-h/trampoline+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SDIPwg_AFBI/AAAAAAAAAZs/kCvBo1_ZQw8/s320/trampoline+034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202237845728662546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SDIQJA_AFCI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/EK6o28R2eZ8/s1600-h/trampoline+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SDIQJA_AFCI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/EK6o28R2eZ8/s320/trampoline+056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202238266635457570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then Reagan took a break for some water, and she walked around in Kendall's shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SDIQUQ_AFDI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/JHvvSovG_s8/s1600-h/trampoline+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SDIQUQ_AFDI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/JHvvSovG_s8/s320/trampoline+066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202238459908985906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And here's one picture from Jenny's Tae-kwon-do demonstration this weekend.  She just did tae-kwon-do for 4 days after school, and this was the big finale.  She had to break a board and everything.  It was hard to get good pictures in there, but I did get one decent one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SDIQ0w_AFEI/AAAAAAAAAaE/LL5H4EO3CNY/s1600-h/trampoline+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SDIQ0w_AFEI/AAAAAAAAAaE/LL5H4EO3CNY/s320/trampoline+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202239018254734402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-8409821999333765150?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8409821999333765150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=8409821999333765150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/8409821999333765150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/8409821999333765150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/trampoline-fun.html' title='Trampoline Fun'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SDINfQ_AE9I/AAAAAAAAAZM/Qqot5OEtaQ0/s72-c/trampoline+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-5982549593500711933</id><published>2008-05-17T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T11:07:11.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While we're between events on this sunny day, I thought I would share a little Reagan video we just made.  Her new haircut is so cute, and she had a song to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oedQiUYJOwM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oedQiUYJOwM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-5982549593500711933?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5982549593500711933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=5982549593500711933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5982549593500711933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5982549593500711933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-647027991147052628</id><published>2008-05-14T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T17:18:52.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let's thank Reagan for giving me a great reason to blog tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who remembers when Jenny cut her hair off when she was 3?  I do!  Reagan really did a lot more than her since Jenny hadn't grown that much hair to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were across the street at a neighbor's house today.  I was talking to their friend Brittan's grandmother while the girls played.  They were playing in her car, and I happened to notice when I looked over that Reagan seemed to be cutting her hair with some scissors.  I found her with the scissors and piles of hair all around her.  Here's what Reagan's hair looks like now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SCuAMQ_AE6I/AAAAAAAAAY0/_nZYTmJ3Bhc/s1600-h/Haircut+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SCuAMQ_AE6I/AAAAAAAAAY0/_nZYTmJ3Bhc/s320/Haircut+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200391142935368610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SCuAdQ_AE7I/AAAAAAAAAY8/EHsZuw-DGQc/s1600-h/Haircut+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SCuAdQ_AE7I/AAAAAAAAAY8/EHsZuw-DGQc/s320/Haircut+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200391434993144754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SCuApw_AE8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/7qAWhfasMmk/s1600-h/Haircut+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SCuApw_AE8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/7qAWhfasMmk/s320/Haircut+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200391649741509570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Brittan's grandmother couldn't believe that I wasn't furious, but I just laughed.  I told Reagan that she should never do that on her own, but I think it looks cute.  I stopped her before it was too short.  I've been wanting her to get a haircut because I thought her hair would start to thicken up.  I just evened it up a little, but I think I'll need to take her somewhere to get it fixed.  She just realized a few minutes ago that she doesn't have long hair anymore and wanted to know when it will be back.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-647027991147052628?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/647027991147052628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=647027991147052628' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/647027991147052628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/647027991147052628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/haircut.html' title='Haircut!'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SCuAMQ_AE6I/AAAAAAAAAY0/_nZYTmJ3Bhc/s72-c/Haircut+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-8071537949081156006</id><published>2008-05-12T16:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:08:31.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem by Jenny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We got a letter sent home today that the following poem of Jenny's is going to be published in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Celebration of Young Poets&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm pretty sure it's one of those things that everyone gets published in when they're little, but either way, it's really cute.  Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny Eure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jenny&lt;br /&gt;Cute, cool, smart&lt;br /&gt;Daughter of Katie and Lee&lt;br /&gt;Loves myself, Mom, Dad, Reagan&lt;br /&gt;Feels shy, tired, joyful&lt;br /&gt;Needs love,&lt;br /&gt;Gives kisses, hugs&lt;br /&gt;Fears getting lost&lt;br /&gt;Wants to see Philadelphia, great-great-grandma&lt;br /&gt;Resident of Pfafftown&lt;br /&gt;Eure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I noticed:&lt;br /&gt;-I like that she thinks she's cute, cool, and smart&lt;br /&gt;-Lee likes that she loves herself first&lt;br /&gt;-I think she wouldn't feel so tired if she'd ever go to sleep, and she's far from shy&lt;br /&gt;-I don't know why she's afraid of getting lost&lt;br /&gt;-Uncle Mario will enjoy the Philadelphia part - obviously she's looking forward to our summer trip&lt;br /&gt;-We talked about the great-great-grandma comment - she's not quite sure who this is, but she would like to see her.  She thinks I will be her children's great-great-grandma, so she obviously doesn't quite get that concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other funny comment from today - Lee showed Jenny something that said he was from Winston-Salem, NC.  He asked Jenny what NC meant, and her guess was Nickelodeon.  And we're not even fans of Nickelodeon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-8071537949081156006?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8071537949081156006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=8071537949081156006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/8071537949081156006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/8071537949081156006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/poem-by-jenny.html' title='A Poem by Jenny'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-3120854240894949610</id><published>2008-05-04T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T11:07:49.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wow, I didn't realize how long it's been since I last blogged.  Guess I'll just pick back up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see Iron Man yesterday.  Since we rarely go out to do something like that, it was a struggle to get loaded up in the car and go.  I told Reagan she had 5 minutes to get in the house and get changed.  Jenny then informed me that Wilson got out, and he was in a neighbor's yard, so I went to find him.  Once I tracked him down and got Lee to help me get him, I headed back towards our house and found Reagan wandering in the street, wearing only her panties and her shoes.  She was at least carrying her shirt and skirt.  I told her that we don't walk around outside naked, and got her dressed.  So we finally managed to leave for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny was, surprisingly, the bad one at the movie because she was unreasonably scared the entire time.  Reagan was fine with it.   They were both fine when it was over though.  When we got to the car, Jenny told us there were only 3 things she didn't like about the movie.  I was going to have her repeat them and then list them here, but she just went back outside, so I guess I can't.  Wait, here she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 - I didn't like the part where they stuck his head into the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 - I didn't like the end when they fighted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 - I didn't like the part when they had that big fight and the side of that man's head got hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I have a fourth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4 - I did not like the part when he started to take the children and like take them away from their moms and dads and along with that I didn't like the part when Iron Man got hurt on the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And my observant 6-year-old did ask at the beginning when Tony Stark and some woman went back to his place if they slept together.  And then when that same woman was on later, she said, "Is that the one he had sex with?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan loudly asked a lot of random things during the movie, but I can't remember all of them.  I think they were mostly about whether or not Iron Man was dead, or when Tony Stark was going to be Iron Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-3120854240894949610?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3120854240894949610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=3120854240894949610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/3120854240894949610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/3120854240894949610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/iron-man.html' title='Iron Man'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-7541610371071195982</id><published>2008-04-22T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:59:39.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E-I-E-I-Oops</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tonight was the first night of Jenny's musical.  She did great - I'm hoping we'll convince her to try out for a bigger role next year because her expressions and attitude are just amazing.  Here's a picture of her (and one with Reagan) in her Cute Chick outfit with the flowers Uncle Mario sent to wish her luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SA6JeGwtPEI/AAAAAAAAAYk/cudZ4Vl0UCI/s1600-h/musical+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SA6JeGwtPEI/AAAAAAAAAYk/cudZ4Vl0UCI/s320/musical+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192238570708745282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SA6Jp2wtPFI/AAAAAAAAAYs/gpPyxsq08lQ/s1600-h/musical+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SA6Jp2wtPFI/AAAAAAAAAYs/gpPyxsq08lQ/s320/musical+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192238772572208210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-7541610371071195982?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7541610371071195982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=7541610371071195982' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7541610371071195982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7541610371071195982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/e-i-e-i-oops.html' title='E-I-E-I-Oops'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SA6JeGwtPEI/AAAAAAAAAYk/cudZ4Vl0UCI/s72-c/musical+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-3984267048373345501</id><published>2008-04-22T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:53:20.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scooters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had a yard sale for the first time ever to get rid of some of our junk this weekend.  I told the girls that if they sold some of their toys, then they could keep the money to buy something they wanted.  So on Saturday we went to Target, and they each picked out a scooter.  Even uncoordinated Reagan can ride a scooter - she loves it!  Here are a couple pictures.  Excuse the wind and Reagan's insane hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SA6HxWwtPBI/AAAAAAAAAYM/n3sCKaqMq18/s1600-h/musical+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SA6HxWwtPBI/AAAAAAAAAYM/n3sCKaqMq18/s320/musical+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192236702397971474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SA6IQGwtPDI/AAAAAAAAAYc/bJeS5namx2U/s1600-h/musical+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SA6IQGwtPDI/AAAAAAAAAYc/bJeS5namx2U/s320/musical+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192237230678948914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SA6H92wtPCI/AAAAAAAAAYU/LtAroqHe16E/s1600-h/musical+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SA6H92wtPCI/AAAAAAAAAYU/LtAroqHe16E/s320/musical+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192236917146336290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-3984267048373345501?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3984267048373345501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=3984267048373345501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/3984267048373345501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/3984267048373345501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/scooters.html' title='Scooters'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SA6HxWwtPBI/AAAAAAAAAYM/n3sCKaqMq18/s72-c/musical+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-8330314893033382831</id><published>2008-04-16T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T03:38:17.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lee has to go out of town for a night for work, so he just went up to tell the girls goodbye before he left.  Reagan was sleeping on the very edge of the bed for some reason.  So I said, "Reagan, don't fall off the bed.  You're right at the edge."  Reagan proceeded to move just enough to fall off the side of the bed.  This is just the kind of thing she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-8330314893033382831?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8330314893033382831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=8330314893033382831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/8330314893033382831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/8330314893033382831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/tumble.html' title='A Tumble'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-6393414071820294545</id><published>2008-04-15T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:11:22.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pillow Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I haven't posted in forever, and there's no chance of catching up, so I'll just try to get back into things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson has been escaping from the yard constantly - mostly because all the children who wander through our house and yard leave the gate open all the time.  Jenny just came running into the kitchen to tell us to come out and help because she saw Wilson fighting with another dog.  We went and found him - I wouldn't say he was fighting with another dog so much as laying down in front of another dog, but that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking him back over to the house, and Reagan said, in a very exasperated voice, "Why is Wilson always getting in pillow fights with other dogs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-6393414071820294545?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6393414071820294545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=6393414071820294545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6393414071820294545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6393414071820294545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/pillow-fight.html' title='Pillow Fight'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-5146980165274475269</id><published>2008-04-02T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T15:48:26.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since the girls are on vacation in Hilton Head for spring break, I thought I'd do a post about the crazy I'm left with here - Lee.  And here are a couple pictures to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R_QJZdmwnEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/YaVoyyMCwU4/s1600-h/tattoo+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R_QJZdmwnEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/YaVoyyMCwU4/s320/tattoo+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184779404058860610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last week while I was out picking up dinner, Lee was apparently playing with a candle.  He put a plastic bag in the candle to make better fire, and then it smoked up a lot, so he tried to stop the smoke and knocked the candle - meaning hot wax - all over his leg.  So he has second degree burns on his leg.  And I don't think he learned his lesson about playing with fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit B:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R_QKjdmwnFI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BSFIGABXapU/s1600-h/tattoo+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R_QKjdmwnFI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BSFIGABXapU/s320/tattoo+043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184780675369180242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lee got a tattoo today of his nightmare wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news here - I got a haircut today, which I only do once a year or so.  I promised Jenny I would put a picture on here so she could look at it from Hilton Head even though it violates my policy of not putting pictures of my fat face on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R_QLV9mwnGI/AAAAAAAAAWs/m5PDWhUbwnY/s1600-h/tattoo+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R_QLV9mwnGI/AAAAAAAAAWs/m5PDWhUbwnY/s320/tattoo+045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184781542952574050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And a few other recent pictures (mostly from Easter) that I got off the camera at the same time as these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R_QLttmwnHI/AAAAAAAAAW0/zLp1hEWGruA/s1600-h/tattoo+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R_QLttmwnHI/AAAAAAAAAW0/zLp1hEWGruA/s320/tattoo+034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184781950974467186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R_QL79mwnII/AAAAAAAAAW8/VHsUhLs9svQ/s1600-h/tattoo+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R_QL79mwnII/AAAAAAAAAW8/VHsUhLs9svQ/s320/tattoo+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184782195787603074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R_QMLNmwnJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/5-7SInuhPrU/s1600-h/tattoo+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R_QMLNmwnJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/5-7SInuhPrU/s320/tattoo+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184782457780608146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R_QMYtmwnKI/AAAAAAAAAXM/rgjtlOd2dYk/s1600-h/tattoo+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R_QMYtmwnKI/AAAAAAAAAXM/rgjtlOd2dYk/s320/tattoo+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184782689708842146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R_QMlNmwnLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/PL7evfr78hw/s1600-h/tattoo+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R_QMlNmwnLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/PL7evfr78hw/s320/tattoo+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184782904457206962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R_QMxtmwnMI/AAAAAAAAAXc/YmIhT_7ViPM/s1600-h/tattoo+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R_QMxtmwnMI/AAAAAAAAAXc/YmIhT_7ViPM/s320/tattoo+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184783119205571778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R_QM_9mwnNI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Oh42qZu-Rt0/s1600-h/tattoo+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R_QM_9mwnNI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Oh42qZu-Rt0/s320/tattoo+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184783364018707666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-5146980165274475269?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5146980165274475269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=5146980165274475269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5146980165274475269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5146980165274475269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/crazy-husband.html' title='Crazy Husband'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R_QJZdmwnEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/YaVoyyMCwU4/s72-c/tattoo+036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-5993272908553080684</id><published>2008-03-27T15:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T15:18:35.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;First of all, Reagan wore her denim skirt backwards all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said the following things when we got home, and I was waiting for her to get out of the car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm just bored.  Look at those kids.  They wear shoes outside.  I'm bored to them.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm not freaky.  Everyone thinks I'm freaky, but I'm not freaky.&lt;br /&gt;-Do you know Eddie?  Did you know Eddie's my boyfriend?  Even though I don't like him.&lt;br /&gt;-Everyone's always messing with the octopus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we got inside, Lee helped her open a new movie with his teeth.  Reagan said, "Why are you eating that like a puppet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there was more, but that's all I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-5993272908553080684?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5993272908553080684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=5993272908553080684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5993272908553080684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5993272908553080684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/reagan.html' title='Reagan'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-6096640737370873012</id><published>2008-03-25T16:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:09:04.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jenny wrote some poems while she was at work with me this afternoon.  I'm going to copy them as she wrote them, so the misspellings are hers, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calers calorful                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;colors colorful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grow move bloom                       &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dazzys                                             &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;daisies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yellow shiney&lt;br /&gt;shine lights moving&lt;br /&gt;I love the sun&lt;br /&gt;heet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-6096640737370873012?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6096640737370873012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=6096640737370873012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6096640737370873012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6096640737370873012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/poems.html' title='Poems'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-1717825782427166641</id><published>2008-03-22T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T18:11:54.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reagan and I were just talking upstairs, and I said something about how I felt really fat today.  Reagan said, "You're not fat, mommy.  Your butt is just fat, but you're not."  Isn't she sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we went to Spa La-di-da today with Ellen, Hannah and Sidney.  While we were waiting to go back, Reagan kept grabbing the stuff she wanted to buy, and I told her to put it all back.  She came back to me with her hands buried in her pockets.  I asked her what she had in her pockets, and she said it was just her hands.  Then I asked if she had put something in her pockets to try to steal it, and she said no.  Then I pulled her hands out and checked her pockets and found lip gloss in each pocket.  And I told her not to lie and not to steal.  I don't think she learned her lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we were leaving the mall, we saw some policemen walking around, and Reagan got scared.  I told her they were good guys and not to be scared.  Then she asked me if it's dark in jail, and I told her that I didn't really know since I'd never been to jail, but I thought they had lights.  She told me that wasn't true, and I asked how she knew since she's never been to jail, and she told me she had.  She and her friend Carissa went some time.  So I guess she's still a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-1717825782427166641?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1717825782427166641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=1717825782427166641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/1717825782427166641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/1717825782427166641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/fat.html' title='Fat'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-3738719198795061546</id><published>2008-03-21T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T03:27:24.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boogers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reagan just sneezed, and I asked her if she needed a tissue.  She just sniffed as hard as she could, and said, very proudly, "No, Daddy and Jenny tought me how to put my boogers back where they belong."  And she sniffed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-3738719198795061546?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3738719198795061546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=3738719198795061546' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/3738719198795061546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/3738719198795061546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/boogers.html' title='Boogers'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-4312915126517877909</id><published>2008-03-18T15:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:05:15.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Good news!  Lulu was at the front door when we got home today.  And ready to head to her food bowl to eat.  Both cats seem totally fine.  I guess they just enjoyed some fun time out and about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-4312915126517877909?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4312915126517877909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=4312915126517877909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/4312915126517877909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/4312915126517877909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/found-cats.html' title='Found Cats'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-6730747593067205750</id><published>2008-03-17T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T18:44:41.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R98dZR7Q-aI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-SOLTlKXOPY/s1600-h/snow-Reagan%27s+Birthday+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R98dZR7Q-aI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-SOLTlKXOPY/s320/snow-Reagan%27s+Birthday+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178890416645274018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R98dUh7Q-ZI/AAAAAAAAAWM/dikoh1z3PMg/s1600-h/lulu+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R98dUh7Q-ZI/AAAAAAAAAWM/dikoh1z3PMg/s320/lulu+photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178890335040895378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We came home today to discover that Lulu and Marisa were missing.  Our initial assumption was that they were missing somewhere in the house, until we asked Jenny about it, and she said that last time she saw them was outside last night when we were going to bed.  She just figured they weren't ready to come in yet.  We are, of course, telling her it's not her fault, but also wishing she had told us they were outside last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both cats were microchipped when we got them from the Humane Society, so we called the Home Again service to report them lost.  It seems pretty amazing to me.  They immediately report them lost to all the vets within a 25 mile radius of us and provide their microchip numbers to the vets.  So we think our odds of recovery are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around the neighborhood before it got dark to see if we saw them and ask a couple neighbors.  The girls and I went one way, and Lee went another.  The girls and I beat him home, and then I had to listen to the two of them cry about how Daddy wasn't home, and he might get lost by the cats.  I kept telling them that I wasn't worried because he knows where our house is.  Reagan's response was to cry and say, "But we need a father!"  I told her we didn't get rid of him, and sure enough, he did return, legs covered in blood from all the thorns he went through in the "wilderness" I didn't know was near our house.  But no cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I finished this post this evening, Marisa returned!  So I've reported her found, and I'm hoping Lulu will come soon also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-6730747593067205750?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6730747593067205750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=6730747593067205750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6730747593067205750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6730747593067205750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/lost-cats.html' title='Lost Cats'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R98dZR7Q-aI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-SOLTlKXOPY/s72-c/snow-Reagan%27s+Birthday+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-4044603414135154487</id><published>2008-03-15T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T16:59:13.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Grown Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jenny is clearly just too grown up for a 6-year-old 1st grader if you ask me.  A couple things she informed me of this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In the class picture in the post below this one, the boy wearing the soccer shirt to the left of her best friend Keri in the second row, is named Caleb.  Caleb is the one who kissed her on the bus a couple months ago.  She told me that you can tell in the picture that his hand is behind his back instead of at his sides like everyone else's.  And that she knows this because his hand was touching Keri's B-U-T.  I asked if Keri told on him, and she said, "No, it was really just a finger touching her butt, so she didn't say anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Caleb also gave Jenny two love notes and a pencil this week.  The love notes said I (heart) Jenny and I (heart) my wife.  But Caleb also likes Keri and Hannah, so it's not just Jenny.  And she doesn't like him.  I asked if he's the most popular boy in her class, and she said no.  Then I asked who is, and she said, "We don't have any popular boys in our class.  All our boys are freaks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-She came back from across the street at Kendall and Brittan's house a little while ago, and said, "Kendall's watching a show where somebody's mom has sex with somebody else's dad."  She didn't say anything else about it, just that like she knew what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-4044603414135154487?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4044603414135154487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=4044603414135154487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/4044603414135154487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/4044603414135154487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/too-grown-up.html' title='Too Grown Up'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-2759849202577435425</id><published>2008-03-10T16:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T16:34:22.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenny's School Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apparently Jenny was pretty much telling the truth about how she posed for school pictures a couple weeks ago.  Here's the individual shot - it's the proof, so it looks a little funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R9XC4h7Q-WI/AAAAAAAAAV4/F7YoSYiniq4/s1600-h/Jenny+school+picture+3-08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R9XC4h7Q-WI/AAAAAAAAAV4/F7YoSYiniq4/s320/Jenny+school+picture+3-08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176257623167662434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And here's the class picture - where Jenny's looking at something not in the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R9XFLx7Q-YI/AAAAAAAAAWE/57dNMfxznUk/s1600-h/Jenny+group+school+picture+3-08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R9XFLx7Q-YI/AAAAAAAAAWE/57dNMfxznUk/s320/Jenny+group+school+picture+3-08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176260152903399810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was going to wait for Jenny to post the class picture, so she could tell me things to say about other kids, but she's outside, and I don't think she's coming back any time soon.  Her best friend Keri is in the 2nd row in the High School musical shirt though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-2759849202577435425?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2759849202577435425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=2759849202577435425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/2759849202577435425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/2759849202577435425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/jennys-school-pictures.html' title='Jenny&apos;s School Pictures'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R9XC4h7Q-WI/AAAAAAAAAV4/F7YoSYiniq4/s72-c/Jenny+school+picture+3-08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-8314998316134575356</id><published>2008-03-03T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:23:25.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Socks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was just sitting on the bed with Reagan, and I noticed that her socks looked a little bulky.  I asked her what she was storing in her socks, and after I pointed out that her answer of nothing was a lie, she revealed the Polly Pockets she's hiding in there.  I thought it was a strange hiding place, but I was at least happy to learn that she didn't steal them from her friends house, which was why I originally assumed she was hiding toys in her socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-8314998316134575356?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8314998316134575356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=8314998316134575356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/8314998316134575356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/8314998316134575356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/socks.html' title='Socks'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-5929224714504136779</id><published>2008-03-02T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T12:08:29.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I recorded this a few weeks ago, and somehow managed to forget about it until I was putting everything onto the computer from the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This occurs in the middle of dinner.&lt;br /&gt;-Reagan can't remember how many grandmas she has.&lt;br /&gt;-Jenny doesn't stop eating.&lt;br /&gt;-Reagan is in her own world.&lt;br /&gt;-Lee is the winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5HywRuMl1U"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5HywRuMl1U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-5929224714504136779?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5929224714504136779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=5929224714504136779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5929224714504136779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/5929224714504136779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/cheer.html' title='A Cheer'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-6189011508972023765</id><published>2008-03-01T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T15:16:21.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Couple Recent Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just realized I hadn't posted any pictures in a while.  I haven't taken too many, but here are a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R8ng3BA7GKI/AAAAAAAAAVY/9fFqvayQZR8/s1600-h/Singing+Girls+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R8ng3BA7GKI/AAAAAAAAAVY/9fFqvayQZR8/s320/Singing+Girls+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172912882781460642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Reagan singing into her microphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R8nhwBA7GLI/AAAAAAAAAVg/hKR2Xo6NdLc/s1600-h/Singing+Girls+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R8nhwBA7GLI/AAAAAAAAAVg/hKR2Xo6NdLc/s320/Singing+Girls+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172913862034004146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jenny at gymnastics, working on a pullover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R8niXRA7GMI/AAAAAAAAAVo/_tg7xGOPcAs/s1600-h/Singing+Girls+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R8niXRA7GMI/AAAAAAAAAVo/_tg7xGOPcAs/s320/Singing+Girls+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172914536343869634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Reagan having fun on a sled at gymnastics.  I guess her teacher thought they weren't likely to get to play in real snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R8njKRA7GNI/AAAAAAAAAVw/k2E_8wKYXc0/s1600-h/Singing+Girls+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R8njKRA7GNI/AAAAAAAAAVw/k2E_8wKYXc0/s320/Singing+Girls+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172915412517198034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;This was Jenny's school picture outfit.  She was wearing a little shrug thing, too, but she took it off.  She is supposedly showing me how she posed for her actual pictures.  We'll see if it's true when I get them back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jenny's standing by me with a Limited Too catalog pointing out the things she wants.  She actually says things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I won't survive the summer without this.&lt;br /&gt;-Don't you think these are just the cutest things for summer?&lt;br /&gt;-I know the girl's not as pretty as me in that, but I just picked it out.&lt;br /&gt;-That is so rock star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-6189011508972023765?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6189011508972023765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=6189011508972023765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6189011508972023765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/6189011508972023765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/couple-recent-pictures.html' title='A Couple Recent Pictures'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/R8ng3BA7GKI/AAAAAAAAAVY/9fFqvayQZR8/s72-c/Singing+Girls+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-3251484065369081459</id><published>2008-03-01T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T14:43:31.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Popular</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This morning at gymnastics, Reagan was particularly into her plan of ignoring everything else that's going on unless there's something she wants to do.  At the beginning of the year, she refused to make the jump into the big pit of foam blocks, but now that's her favorite thing, so she doesn't really do anything else.  Anyway, they do circle time initially.  Everyone else does what the teacher says, while Reagan sits on her shape.  She came out to tell me she had to go to the bathroom today, so while I took her, I asked her why she wasn't doing what the teacher said.  She said, "I'm just nervous.  I mean, I'm just shy.  And nervous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that was a lie, and then she said, "I'm just trying to be popular.  And rich."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess she's learned that popular, rich girls ignore what their teachers tell them to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-3251484065369081459?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3251484065369081459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=3251484065369081459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/3251484065369081459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/3251484065369081459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/popular.html' title='Popular'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972652081246310739.post-7317939250451248791</id><published>2008-02-28T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T15:47:37.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan's Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reagan just announced to me: "I hate girls.  I don't hate boys.  Daddy's a boy and I don't hate him.  I don't hate your kind of girl, so I don't hate you.  I don't hate Jenny.  I don't hate Charlotte.  I don't hate Catherine.  I don't hate Nicole.  I don't hate Justin.  I don't hate Zero.  I don't hate Marcus.  I don't hate Pee-paw.  I don't hate Boo-Boo.  I don't hate Jo-Jo.  I don't hate Uncle Mario.  I don't hate Lucas.  I don't hate Lisa.  How about me?  I don't hate myself.  I thought someone else.  I don't hate Carissa.  I don't hate Chelsea.  I don't hate Nicole - the little Nicole.  I also don't hate Amber.  I don't hate Shayla." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she walked away, so I guess she hates everyone else.  At least all the girls.  Or she realized she really doesn't hate anyone.  I'm not sure which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8972652081246310739-7317939250451248791?l=euregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7317939250451248791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8972652081246310739&amp;postID=7317939250451248791' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7317939250451248791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8972652081246310739/posts/default/7317939250451248791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euregirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/reagans-hate.html' title='Reagan&apos;s Hate'/><author><name>Reagan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIsll4fyiRM/SVgClK3G6AI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7ZlGS7HIQTA/s1600-R/3030520169_55d3cd970e.jpg%3Fv%3D0'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
