<?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-8566217909118068268</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:57:00.863-07:00</updated><category term='Luke; family'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>Team  D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566217909118068268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcdogs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LTD in Las Vegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01501430723346582041</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566217909118068268.post-6572797772566255591</id><published>2009-11-15T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:22:24.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracie's Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEqXWvsjTYI/SwDvM-rCcnI/AAAAAAAAADE/yDPCHs07vWM/s1600/IMG_0137%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEqXWvsjTYI/SwDvM-rCcnI/AAAAAAAAADE/yDPCHs07vWM/s400/IMG_0137%5B1%5D" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wanted to make sure I got this documented even though this happened a couple of weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; We started a new "conversation jar" that we choose from each night at the dinner table.&amp;nbsp; It is a simple piece of paper that allows us to get a good conversation started...instead of, "Mom he is looking at me!" or "Stop touching my food!"&amp;nbsp; This particular night, Gracie's paper said, "Tell us something about you that we don't know."&amp;nbsp; She thought for a moment, krinkled up her cute little nose and said, "Well, I pick my nose at night and wipe it on my blinds by the bed!"&amp;nbsp; Remember she is 3 and we are trying to open up conversation with our children.&amp;nbsp; We all busted up laughing.&amp;nbsp; How could we get mad at her for that when she was being open and honest?&amp;nbsp; I did have her show me where the special spot was that night and we cleaned it.&amp;nbsp; She is my little spunky red head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566217909118068268-6572797772566255591?l=themcdogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6572797772566255591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themcdogs.blogspot.com/2009/11/gracies-confession.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566217909118068268/posts/default/6572797772566255591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566217909118068268/posts/default/6572797772566255591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcdogs.blogspot.com/2009/11/gracies-confession.html' title='Gracie&apos;s Confession'/><author><name>LTD in Las Vegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01501430723346582041</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEqXWvsjTYI/SwDvM-rCcnI/AAAAAAAAADE/yDPCHs07vWM/s72-c/IMG_0137%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566217909118068268.post-408657824469899528</id><published>2009-11-04T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:23:37.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke; family'/><title type='text'>Luke's First Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEqXWvsjTYI/SwDthsm3i-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/GlxIVKw0XhA/s1600/IMG_0168%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEqXWvsjTYI/SwDthsm3i-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/GlxIVKw0XhA/s400/IMG_0168%5B1%5D" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is always sooo sad when your baby gets his first fever.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He is thrown into confusion as he tries to figure out why he feels so terrible.&amp;nbsp; Luke was the last of the 4 to get the flu in our house (we hope the last).&amp;nbsp; He was carried around with cold washcloths on his head and ate popsicles each night.&amp;nbsp; Poor baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566217909118068268-408657824469899528?l=themcdogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/408657824469899528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themcdogs.blogspot.com/2009/11/lukes-first-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566217909118068268/posts/default/408657824469899528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566217909118068268/posts/default/408657824469899528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcdogs.blogspot.com/2009/11/lukes-first-fever.html' title='Luke&apos;s First Fever'/><author><name>LTD in Las Vegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01501430723346582041</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEqXWvsjTYI/SwDthsm3i-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/GlxIVKw0XhA/s72-c/IMG_0168%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566217909118068268.post-692549324447073723</id><published>2009-10-28T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:24:32.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Broken Leg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEqXWvsjTYI/SukRpw6kCrI/AAAAAAAAACc/d551WRQv6q8/s1600-h/Photo0107%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DEqXWvsjTYI/SukRpw6kCrI/AAAAAAAAACc/d551WRQv6q8/s400/Photo0107%5B1%5D" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Picture this (as I am sure every mother can)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;you're done with your child's 6 month check-up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;they are crying from shots...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;you are walking in sandals (the easiest thing to put on)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;and rushing up and down the curbs to get to your car (Summerlin Medical Center)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;wishing you had used your awesome, easy stroller because your baby (who just passed the 90th percentile is too heavy for his infant seat)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;and step down off the final curb (10 ft) from your car and your sandals slip, you go down hard trying to save your baby from getting head trauma! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I am sure moms (even dads) can relate to this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;it did happen to me on Friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Unfortunately, as I fell I distinctly heard a pop and landed on my butt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mike was still on the airplane from Texas for a week and thankfully, my mom and dad, were in town. I called them and said, "Hey mom, please come find me in the parking lot...I broke my ankle!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;They rescued me, Luke had fallen asleep (what a sweetie) and the E.R. got me in and out in less than 2 hours (I think a record). My mother in-love was home with Gracie and sick Blake. I ended up breaking my fibula on my lower leg. Now I am stuck in a cast (my right, driving leg, of course) for 6 weeks (no weight bearing) and then a walking cast for 6 weeks after that. The Dickinsons (Mike's parents) rented me an awesome knee walker (see picture) so I can get around the house and carry my kid. I know it could be worse and I am so thankful I didn't tear ligaments and all...but it still stinks the big one that I am trapped in my own body now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;If you really know me, you know how hard it is for me to sit with my foot up and watch my house fall apart around me...ARRRGHHH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;It could be worse, I know!&amp;nbsp; SNAP!&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/8566217909118068268-692549324447073723?l=themcdogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/692549324447073723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themcdogs.blogspot.com/2009/10/broken-leg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566217909118068268/posts/default/692549324447073723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566217909118068268/posts/default/692549324447073723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcdogs.blogspot.com/2009/10/broken-leg.html' title='Broken Leg'/><author><name>LTD in Las Vegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01501430723346582041</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/_DEqXWvsjTYI/SukRpw6kCrI/AAAAAAAAACc/d551WRQv6q8/s72-c/Photo0107%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566217909118068268.post-1651421321257984086</id><published>2009-10-23T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:10:50.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Hiking at Red Rock</title><content type='html'>It is sad I haven't posted since March....egaaahd!  This is harder than scrapbooking for me but again, in the attempt to savor a memory....We went hiking on the children's discover trail at the beginning of October with the Judd and Kershaw family.  Even Luke tromped along with me in his bjorn carrier (I love that thing). It was exhausting for Blake in his forearm crutches but he was a trooper the whole time.  It was nice to have Mike on an outing with us finally! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEqXWvsjTYI/SuHilWQg2fI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vyZFo-zi914/s1600-h/RR3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEqXWvsjTYI/SuHilWQg2fI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vyZFo-zi914/s400/RR3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395842959824443890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke (held by Emma J.), Elayna J., Lexi K., Ellie J., BLAKE (only boy), Emma, Eliza J., Gracie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEqXWvsjTYI/SuHiXdJ0lbI/AAAAAAAAABs/l-LDUxU3bRA/s1600-h/RR4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEqXWvsjTYI/SuHiXdJ0lbI/AAAAAAAAABs/l-LDUxU3bRA/s400/RR4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395842721157256626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEqXWvsjTYI/SuHiAe29GrI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZXwia7O6hOo/s1600-h/RR13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DEqXWvsjTYI/SuHiAe29GrI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZXwia7O6hOo/s400/RR13.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395842326478002866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elayna (Judd) and Lexi (Kershaw) couldn't get enough of Luke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEqXWvsjTYI/SuHhmYwInlI/AAAAAAAAABc/K4Itad7r4Tc/s1600-h/RR10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEqXWvsjTYI/SuHhmYwInlI/AAAAAAAAABc/K4Itad7r4Tc/s400/RR10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395841878162185810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at the end of Summer so there wasn't a waterfall...Blake was such a trooper hiking with his forearm crutches...I know I couldn't do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEqXWvsjTYI/SuHhHpQKIWI/AAAAAAAAABU/s4-Z7WcYB1s/s1600-h/RR9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEqXWvsjTYI/SuHhHpQKIWI/AAAAAAAAABU/s4-Z7WcYB1s/s400/RR9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395841350015525218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids crawled up and down this rock for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEqXWvsjTYI/SuHQKbTjLBI/AAAAAAAAABM/PEHznRflpWU/s1600-h/RR17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DEqXWvsjTYI/SuHQKbTjLBI/AAAAAAAAABM/PEHznRflpWU/s400/RR17.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395822706113588242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie had to be carried by Matt Kershaw, our neighbor, by the end of the hike...nice bum shot! (Thanks to Kacey Judd for the pix).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566217909118068268-1651421321257984086?l=themcdogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1651421321257984086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themcdogs.blogspot.com/2009/10/hiking-at-red-rock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566217909118068268/posts/default/1651421321257984086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566217909118068268/posts/default/1651421321257984086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcdogs.blogspot.com/2009/10/hiking-at-red-rock.html' title='Hiking at Red Rock'/><author><name>LTD in Las Vegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01501430723346582041</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DEqXWvsjTYI/SuHilWQg2fI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vyZFo-zi914/s72-c/RR3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8566217909118068268.post-8330700116409756229</id><published>2009-03-19T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:54:49.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Finally CAVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;We are the Dickinsons but since Mike (Mcdog) is our main man, it was the next best available name to describe us. I have finally broken down and do what I vowed never to do...create a blog (I also haven't broken the news to my wonderfuly hubby, Mike...maybe after tax season since he is a Tax CPA &amp;amp; incognito)! However, I have been terrible at keeping up on my scrapbooks and even WORSE at my journal writing. I am frantically watching the most endearing moments of my children's experiences fade away....without documentation. So, with that...I am going to document the little daily things in the blog &amp;amp; keep it for my records. Besides, if any of you knew Mike (Mcdog) in highschool, you know that he is quite the writer/poet. So maybe he will get into it eventually. Hopefully that means it won't bore those of you out there reading it...since it is for my lame effort at record keeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8566217909118068268-8330700116409756229?l=themcdogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcdogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8330700116409756229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themcdogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-finally-caved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566217909118068268/posts/default/8330700116409756229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8566217909118068268/posts/default/8330700116409756229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcdogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-finally-caved.html' title='I Finally CAVED'/><author><name>LTD in Las Vegas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01501430723346582041</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>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
