<?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-7299460812345060538</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:54:58.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stewart Littles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewartlittles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7299460812345060538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewartlittles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brandy Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099138434094048835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2sw2gBfikI/AAAAAAAAAHI/018_gOUha8k/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299460812345060538.post-3403687671061171273</id><published>2010-07-31T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T14:18:19.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing my Cat &amp; B-funk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Can't believe its been 5 months since I've blogged! I was inspired to continue this morning by reading my friend Katie's blog (thanks!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the kids have been to grandma &amp;amp; pawpaws house for the past 3 summers, this year is a little harder for me for some reason! I really miss my little aliens!! They've been gone for 20 days now, and I will be picking them up in 10. I remember when they were about to leave to go, Catalina tells me, "Mom, can't we just stay 31 days instead of 30??" Now, she is saying, "Mom, I'm ready to come home, I miss you!" Music to my ears! Branden, I think is also counting the days to come home. Everytime I talk to him, our conversations get a little longer on the phone, and they are always accompanied by a "Mom, I just miss you. I need my mom." Needless to say, I do beleive this will be a very fun homecoming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am redecorating their rooms so that they have a nice surprise to come home to. Catalina at first begged for a "High School Musical" room, but I really don't want to do another TV-show themed room because the "fades" are passing much quicker now. I have opted to do just a "girly" theme. Katie, her very stylish aunt (her words), has given me the idea to do it in pink and teal, which are her two favorite colors, accented in brown for a little sophisticated feel. Great idea! Branden, on the other hand, demands a "Toy Story" room. I guess I'll give him one more go with a cartoon-themed room. Regardless, I do believe they will enjoy their returning surprise. Catalina, in fact, has been begging for a new room for quite a while, vowing that "having to look at princesses every day makes her have a headache." So, I'm sure she will celebrate the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another change they are coming home to is our little new addition kitty, Sir Isaac Newton. His "supposed to be owners" named him Butterscotch, which happens to be Catalina's favorite lollipop flavor, but since we are keeping him now, I have decided to change his name. Once I told Catalina his new name - see the rule here is basically this: Mom has to deal with the allergies, so mom picks the name - she relplied very stoically, "That is the stupidest name I've ever heard." Her father and I have been cracking up about this for a couple days now. This is the thing, we had a dog named Einstein, and I chose to follow my "favorite Scientists theme." They're lucky because I really wanted to name him Galileo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Branden, on the other hand, wants to make sure I know that he wants a lava lamp. I'm not sure where he's getting this from, but wherever he has seen one, he definitely wants one. I miss his cuddles. I miss his affections. And, I even miss him saying "I love you mom" 10000000000 times a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to share the stories when they return! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7299460812345060538-3403687671061171273?l=stewartlittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewartlittles.blogspot.com/feeds/3403687671061171273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stewartlittles.blogspot.com/2010/07/missing-my-cat-b-funk.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7299460812345060538/posts/default/3403687671061171273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7299460812345060538/posts/default/3403687671061171273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewartlittles.blogspot.com/2010/07/missing-my-cat-b-funk.html' title='Missing my Cat &amp; B-funk'/><author><name>Brandy Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099138434094048835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2sw2gBfikI/AAAAAAAAAHI/018_gOUha8k/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299460812345060538.post-2550723541430562823</id><published>2010-02-04T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T11:42:00.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kam Sa Ham Ni Da</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;Kam Sa Ham Ni Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Another interesting week! We had Tae Kwon Do accomplishments, piano lessons, laughs, and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;WAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; too much snow!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Catalina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;I believe sometimes one kid's personality stands out more than the other one - and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;THIS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is Catalina's week. Her and I's week started off on Friday when she was out of school for a teacher day. We do not get much mother/daughter time together &lt;b&gt;(definitely need to change that)&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;but this time we had was awesome!&lt;/i&gt; I started off with having a spa day with her, and believe me, she took advantage of it. I don't know when or where I developed the ability to paint really small things on nails, but I just did. One day, I was painting something on my nails, and Catalina has been making me do this since then. One of my "favorite" quotes on Facebook is one of her actually asking me her famous question, &lt;b&gt;"Mom, WHEN are you going to paint my nails?" &lt;/b&gt;I wish they would develop fingernail polish for kids that just stayed on...for at least 5 days. Well, she was rather bossy. She wanted flowers, a fleur de lis, and a penguin. So, I finally gave it to her! Then we went shopping. She just &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to have this pillow that was all fluffy and talked about love; one thing that me...she insisted her brother get something too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Well, then came the fun stuff...picking up Branden at school. I had to go to the bathroom, but on the first floor of Branden's school, there are only kiddy toilets; there are also NO locks on the door, so Catalina had to hold the door for me. Well when she saw the toilet, she immediately started laughing at me and teasing me. "&lt;b&gt;You are not really gonna use that are you?"&lt;/b&gt; Okay, I had no choice. The toilet reached no higher than the middle of my calves. I had to seriously get creative, especially in 3 inch heel boots. So, for the rest of the day, she teased me. But the kicker came when she came home and made a sign that said, "&lt;b&gt;Big Butt vs. Little Toilet"&lt;/b&gt; and marched downstairs with it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A week later...she is still teasing me!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2sfRFmvosI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Xs6wA4QRfvs/s1600-h/IMG_0856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2sfRFmvosI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Xs6wA4QRfvs/s320/IMG_0856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434471753775555266" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2sfQmXLlbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/mkk9kLlsENo/s1600-h/IMG_0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2sfQmXLlbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/mkk9kLlsENo/s320/IMG_0858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434471745388778930" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;She is officially now a "Kingdom Warrior." She got her white belt in Tae Kwon Do the other night, and now she thinks she can beat everyone up. I like how she carries herself; she is very confident. That's something she actually struggles with. Her dad and I are very proud of her. He vouches, as some of you may have read in his recent postings, that in 20 years, he will finally share the secret of the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;FAMOUS Drill Sergeant Stewart "Monkey Kick!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2sfQM56g4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/O686nW4qePE/s1600-h/IMG_0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2sfQM56g4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/O686nW4qePE/s320/IMG_0871.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434471738555138946" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2sflUPjIUI/AAAAAAAAAGw/56K1ITBEqpQ/s1600-h/IMG_0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2sflUPjIUI/AAAAAAAAAGw/56K1ITBEqpQ/s320/IMG_0874.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434472101302182210" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Last thing is that on Saturday I gave her a first piano lesson. That girl can identify ALL the notes, including the black keys by both names, her C and G chord, and the whole C-scale up and down with the correct fingering. I will add a video later! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Branden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2sfP2WdFlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OesM32oAimA/s1600-h/IMG_0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2sfP2WdFlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OesM32oAimA/s320/IMG_0859.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434471732500829778" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The "isms" of the week:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;"I'm the smart one of the family."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;"If God is in everyone, why isn't everyone good like me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;"Ok, look mom, stop being selfish. The radio is not always about you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;"If I get a bald head like daddy, I am going to put a wig on." (after I threatened to shave all his hair off because he tried to cut his hair)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;I informed him that the next day of school (spirit week) was Cowboy day. He replies, "Mom, I am NOT a Cowboy, I'm a Saint."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;He can read some words now and write his complete name! I am so very proud of him! He was also present during our piano lesson and he learned C, E, F, and B. That's all we had the attention span for, but despite that, &lt;i&gt;it was pretty amazing he learned that!&lt;/i&gt; This morning it was crazy hair/mis match day at school. I didn't know he was so into fashion because he &lt;b&gt;WOULD NOT&lt;/b&gt; walk out the school as I dressed him. I even straightened his hair and spiked it up. He was so cute! He would not let me take a picture. Maybe I'll try to sneak one in this afternoon!!&lt;b&gt; LOL&lt;/b&gt; Biggest thing...&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;STILL TEASING HIS BIG SIS!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fd3d20e9384ac89" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0fd3d20e9384ac89%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331250511%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C80F054E574ACAC752BA8A6B61D648DA235E3C8.5605977FC0350BCBA74839367DFEC6643ED8945E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd3d20e9384ac89%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIVtReg1eOSiwZxzF0hnVX7HgWYs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0fd3d20e9384ac89%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331250511%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C80F054E574ACAC752BA8A6B61D648DA235E3C8.5605977FC0350BCBA74839367DFEC6643ED8945E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd3d20e9384ac89%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIVtReg1eOSiwZxzF0hnVX7HgWYs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ready for the blizzard &amp;amp; SUPERBOWL this weekend! Our Who-Dat Family can't wait to watch history made!!! Go N'awlins!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2sgDDgRDGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/wYi5IcQAFlo/s1600-h/IMG_0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2sgDDgRDGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/wYi5IcQAFlo/s320/IMG_0835.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434472612204973154" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/7299460812345060538-2550723541430562823?l=stewartlittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewartlittles.blogspot.com/feeds/2550723541430562823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stewartlittles.blogspot.com/2010/02/kam-sa-ham-ni-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7299460812345060538/posts/default/2550723541430562823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7299460812345060538/posts/default/2550723541430562823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewartlittles.blogspot.com/2010/02/kam-sa-ham-ni-da.html' title='Kam Sa Ham Ni Da'/><author><name>Brandy Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099138434094048835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2sw2gBfikI/AAAAAAAAAHI/018_gOUha8k/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2sfRFmvosI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Xs6wA4QRfvs/s72-c/IMG_0856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299460812345060538.post-2942710768114795780</id><published>2010-01-28T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T19:27:21.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire, ITS A FIRE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2JTmnPwlWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lUf-9F82KsM/s1600-h/IMG_0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Boy, this week was pretty interesting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; They are truly a product of their father and mother... Before Charles and I had kids, we used to joke, "they are gonna be little genius, wanna be superkids, who have something to say about everything, are not scared of anything, and run on a full tank of energy for 23 out of 24 hours in a day." Well, all I can say is that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;we got what we bargained for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  So, here's the breakdown of the week: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Catalina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2JTmnPwlWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lUf-9F82KsM/s320/IMG_0832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431996023397455202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;So, she's still "into" Tae Kwon Do. Charles has actually been taking her to classes, but because he had to work tonight, I took her. I was watching her and I went through 2 emotions - "How cute!" and "Won't that girl &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;PAY ATTENTION!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" My Pastor's son, Joseph, and daughter, Isabella, have tons of patience to deal with her ADD self!! :) With all that said, she loves it, and after just 3 or so weeks, she'll get to the point to where she can practice discipline. She &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;IS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; the only one in her class that can do a split!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to admit, I am nervous that she is getting her report card soon. She hasn't been doing that great, especially in Reading, but last time I was so upset that she got mostly S's (the equivalent to C's). When I was a kid, I made &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;STRAIGHT A's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;b&gt;I mean on tests and EVERYTHING&lt;/b&gt; - and its frustrating to not see the same thing in your kids. She is unbelievably smart - and I think sometimes my expectations are &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WAY&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; too high. Its a question of "&lt;b&gt;do you push hard or let things go as they may?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something Charles and I were talking about today is how she is beginning to make up songs...&lt;b&gt;about &lt;i&gt;EVERYTHING!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; The funniest ones are when she sings about her life being unfair because she has to clean her room, or her dad being mean, her mom making her read, you know 7 year old drama stuff. This child wears the drama-queen crown well! However, I do love hearing her in her room, alone, singing about Jesus. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;THAT&lt;/i&gt; makes me smile :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Branden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2JT5djOL1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/5EwbLBMOX8E/s320/IMG_0848.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431996347212246866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;Oh, boy, where do I start? So, as some of you know, Branden is like &lt;b&gt;Momma's Cooking Helper&lt;/b&gt;. He really shows an interest in cooking, so I let him help. Well, Sunday, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;he set our microwave on fire!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Although he knows basically how to use it...he can melt a butter stick &lt;i&gt;(with help)&lt;/i&gt; and other stuff. Apparently he got hungry and we were not moving fast enough for him. So, Branden takes it upon himself to take 4 pizza rolls out of the freezer, put them on a plate, and put them in the microwave for about, oh, 20 minutes!!! I was upstairs watching the Saints game &lt;b&gt;(WHO DAT!!!&lt;/b&gt;) and although I was congested and sick, I smelled something burning. How in the world did Charles and Catalina not smell it or see the smoke I don't know, &lt;b&gt;but our house was &lt;i&gt;CONSUMED&lt;/i&gt; by smoke.&lt;/b&gt; So of course we had to air it out and toss the microwave, but we are all, thankfully, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got his report card this week, and again, mom wasn't satisfied. &lt;i&gt;Do I ask too much?&lt;/i&gt; Actually I don't think so. He is the youngest in his class, and to my surprise, one of the top students. The actual grades don't upset me, but the fact that he went down a letter grade on some things does. &lt;b&gt;Maybe its laxidasical parenting.&lt;/b&gt; I've slacked off, I'll be honest. So, this "semester" we are going to work on B-funk's writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And finally...the Brandenisms.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Maybe its just me, but this boy is hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;We had just listened to the country song "Redneck Woman." I guess he liked it because after it was over he said, &lt;b&gt;"Mom, put that 'Big Woman's Neck' song back on!"&lt;/b&gt; I just about had to stop the car because I couldn't stop laughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;As he was trying to "give me a shot" he says, "Trust me, mom, I'm a doctor!" I'm just hoping he loses this line before he hits the teenage years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Dad's are supposed to be mean, mom...that's why they are taller." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;"When you sing, you sound like a beautiful angel...&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;except&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; when you sing in the shower." &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gee, thanks, Branden, LOL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;That's all I can think of at the moment, but I'm sure there's more. One of my &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;favorite&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; things about him, that I was reminded of tonight, I &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;LOVE, LOVE, LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that when he cracks up laughing, he get's hiccups...&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;EVERYTIME&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;Anyway, looking forward to another week in the lives of the Stewart Littles! I think of people, including myself, who've had miscarriages and experienced the loss of an unborn child- (I know one friend who's lost 5 kids in less than a year), and all I can do is thank God that I have these two blessings. Thank you God for such wonderful blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7299460812345060538-2942710768114795780?l=stewartlittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewartlittles.blogspot.com/feeds/2942710768114795780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stewartlittles.blogspot.com/2010/01/boy-this-week-was-pretty-interesting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7299460812345060538/posts/default/2942710768114795780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7299460812345060538/posts/default/2942710768114795780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewartlittles.blogspot.com/2010/01/boy-this-week-was-pretty-interesting.html' title='Fire, ITS A FIRE!!!!!'/><author><name>Brandy Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099138434094048835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2sw2gBfikI/AAAAAAAAAHI/018_gOUha8k/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2JTmnPwlWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lUf-9F82KsM/s72-c/IMG_0832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299460812345060538.post-8197826590367332755</id><published>2010-01-20T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:26:53.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Adventures of 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S1dBpfnTCpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4a3V_yX2FFE/s1600-h/IMG_0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S1dBpfnTCpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4a3V_yX2FFE/s320/IMG_0831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428880056935189138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Branden:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The 4 year old mommy's boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This has got to be one of the most affectionate kids I have ever met. He tells me about a 100 times a day that he loves me. His new thing is this:&lt;/span&gt; "Mom, you're the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;,&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. &lt;b&gt;bestest, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; mom I &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:x-small;"&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ever. &lt;b&gt;ever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;had!!!&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;Of course, I love to hear it, but I have to admit, I love hearing his sister's disgruntled reply as well: "Branden, she's the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;ONLY&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt; mom you've ever had...&lt;/span&gt;DUH!!!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;!" (&lt;i&gt;as she shakes her head&lt;/i&gt;). I have decided to start writing his "Brandenisms" in this blog. This dude is funny. He says some crazy stuff! Two things he's said this year so far is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;He told a man that goes to our church, Arthur, who was teasing him for hurting his sister, "When I get big, you better watch out because I am coming after you and I'm gonna beat you up!" He was pointing his finger and all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;As I was fixing my hair the other day, he tells me this: "mom, I know how to make your hair fabulous." I ask, "how's that Branden?" "You can get one of those bump-its like on the commercial and it will make your hair fabulous." Then proceeds to tell me that his Auntie Katie is going to get one too so she can be fabulous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So, yeah, he's just funny. He tells his dad yesterday that the guy came in the house to fix our satellite dish took a shower while he was here - imagine the questions that raised, hehe! All the while he was watching him like a hawk in our backyard. Then later on he says, "Mom, the refrigerator told me I had to drink this juice right now (those who know him know he's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ADDICTED &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;to juice).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;On a serious note...he is doing amazingly well in school. He's in pre-K at a Christian private school. He's taken over our dinner prayer before we eat, and &lt;b&gt;NEVER &lt;/b&gt;goes to bed without reminding me to pray for him. I am so glad tho because he's realizing, whether he knows it or not that prayer works! His teacher says he is the most well-behaved child in his class...&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;surprising, I know!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; He's learning to write his letters and can spell his name. I'm so proud of my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lastly...the ONE THING I love the most in Branden's new changes...&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HE IS A SAINTS FAN!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! Someone at church corrupted him last year into rooting for the Cowboys, so this year it was my goal to groom him into a little Saint's fan like his sister and I. &lt;b&gt;"WHO DAT!!!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;***********************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S1dAZSiYs0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Pwu3V72hfpw/s1600-h/IMG_0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S1dAZSiYs0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Pwu3V72hfpw/s320/IMG_0637.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428878679035392834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Catalina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The 7 year old drama queen...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;This year so far, Catalina has been working on not whining as much. We had a talk with her explaining the importance of respecting when people say "no" and to learn to obey without asking "why?" for every single little thing. However, we added a little incentive: Tae Kwon Do. Although she started out in ballet, and she will return this year, she has recently taken an interest in Martial Arts. She worked hard with no whining for 2 weeks beginning the year so that she would be able to join the Tae Kwon Do group at our church. So far, so good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I am still awed by how smart she is in Math; in fact her teacher told me the other day that when other children don't get a concept in class, she often calls on Catalina to help clarify. She's actually working on multiplication at the moment, which is really impressive for a second-grader. A chip off the old block? I hope!! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;We are working on her reading because her teacher says she needs to be a lot higher up than she is. I think what's really going on is that she is used to watching TV so much that the respect of reading just isn't there. So, we reduced her viewing time to 1 hour a day. I think once she builds confidence that she is a good reader, she'll be ok. Another thing she takes after her mother with is art. She is becoming quite the little artist. I'm so proud...*sniff, sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I have been home the past couple weeks, so I've had a lot more time with her. I have observed the same bratty, bullying behavior in her towards Branden that I used to display to my brother, Ralph. It is actually funny and I often crack up when she's not looking. I see myself in her...majorly! However, Branden isn't too happy about it. He often fights back...and boy do they go at it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Physical? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;YES!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;She's been singing a lot on her new Karaoke machine and has also been playing her new Hannah Montana guitar (the one that her Uncle Joe wants to play at church, lol) and I think she might really start to learn some things. That's awesome. You know I gotta raise up some future worship leaders, so why not start now? 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I've promised to update this blog pretty regularly so that I can always have something to show my kids when they are older about their lives growing up. I hope this year brings about new changes in motherhood because I've vowed to make that big priority this year. I feel like going to school has really taken away from my children because mom was always busy, but school is finally done - for a while - and now its time to focus on the right things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;Anyway, enjoy Catalina &amp;amp; Branden! Mommy loves you more than you will ever know. &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/7299460812345060538-6132492911825534099?l=stewartlittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewartlittles.blogspot.com/feeds/6132492911825534099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stewartlittles.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7299460812345060538/posts/default/6132492911825534099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7299460812345060538/posts/default/6132492911825534099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewartlittles.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Brandy Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099138434094048835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2sw2gBfikI/AAAAAAAAAHI/018_gOUha8k/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299460812345060538.post-3743484878857077172</id><published>2009-02-27T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:15:48.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh boy!!! My kids...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Man, this was a pretty laid back week with them, believe it or not!! I do hate weeks when I don't get to spend as much time with them as I'd like. This was one of those weeks :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Catalina wound up losing her other front tooth, so a space occupies her cute little smile for the moment. She also got her report card this week. I will say this...she improved in everything. She is a very smart little girl, and I'm really proud of her. There is one problem...her behavior. She's not a bad child, but I'm sure she's one of those ones that the teachers get frustrated with. Her ADHD tendencies really are starting to surface!!! Many people think that because I am a teacher, I'm just supposed to have the perfect child. Nope, I don't, but I do have a perfect little gift wrapped up straight from God right here, and her name is Catalina! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Branden is so silly. He is starting to realize that mommy likes to multi-task a lot, and there are many times I answer him while not looking up at him because I'm usually writing lesson plans or something on the computer. Don't get the wrong idea...I'm not an absent mother, but Branden doesn't understand the concept of "mommy-time." Anyway...this week he started to grab my face and turn it towards his while saying, "mommy look at me! I have to ask you a question!" I find it pretty comical to be quite honest; however, it is also like God's saying...WAKE UP!!!! God most certainly does talk through my kids!!! Love you lil'man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7299460812345060538-3743484878857077172?l=stewartlittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewartlittles.blogspot.com/feeds/3743484878857077172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stewartlittles.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-boy-my-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7299460812345060538/posts/default/3743484878857077172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7299460812345060538/posts/default/3743484878857077172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewartlittles.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-boy-my-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Brandy Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099138434094048835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2sw2gBfikI/AAAAAAAAAHI/018_gOUha8k/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299460812345060538.post-1640188338806176180</id><published>2009-02-20T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:01:20.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never talk to strangers!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, I'm sitting here watching my two kids role-play about strangers. Apparently, Catalina learned about strangers at school today and felt compelled to instruct her brother upon her return home. I had to write about it because honestly, I am cracking up laughing watching this show. The only thing I'm missing is popcorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Catalina has been talking to Branden about strangers all day; I know this because he's thrown comments out like: "Mom, you say no to strangers!" or "Don't ever go in a car with stranger!" The climax of the events is finally happening and I'm on the edge of my seat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am very proud of Catalina. Recently, she's been taking on the responsibility to "school" her brother. Of course, this doesn't negate or replace what mom and dad are doing, but none the less, it's very cute. She's his mentor. She has this system in place to where she teaches Branden his letters and numbers, behavior, science, and related pre-school topics. In fact, she has a grading system in place in which I have to sign a daily progress report to comply with her teaching methods. Their discourse is actually very meaningful and educational. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Okay, back to the stranger story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Just a second ago, I witnessed Catalina coming down the stairs in the most extravagent outfit ever put together - even for her!! She's usually a little flamboyant when she dresses herself, but this takes the cake. Her prudent antics are actually working in this case. She's dressed in a lime green shirt, blue biker shorts, purple polka-dot leg warmers, barettes all over her hair, rainbow socks, black high heel shoes, a sequenced bracelet, a silver jeweled crown, pink heart-shaped sunglasses, and a red purse. Her character: The Stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;She is taking Branden through a scene where she has a movie he really wants to see in her car. She tells him that if he comes in the car with her, she will give it to him for free. When Branden tries to oblige himself, she starts screaming, "I told you that you NEVER, EVER go in a strangers car. Don't you know you can get killed like that? Do you want to be taken away from mommy? No, because they buy you nice things, Branden. Give me a break!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Branden, of course speechless at the moment, tells her, "But you told me to go in the car, Suga!" He really didn't realize he just set himself up for a 10 minute lecture reviewing the facts already taught to him about strangers. This is when she continues the lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Now, what if I offer to take you to the park. Think about a time when you were mad at mommy because she fussed you. You were punished, no grounded, and you wanted to get off the sidewalk and go play at the park. Here is what you do." Back in character...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Catalina: "Hey little boy, do you want to come play at the park with me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Branden: "Yes. I really love the park!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Catalina: "What's wrong with you Branden? How many times do I have to say the same thing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ugh!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(emphasis added)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Branden: "But I really want to go to the park Suga."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Catalina: "I'm not Suga, I'm a stranger and I want to take you away from your mommy and kill you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Branden: "But you're my sister Ca'lina"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Catalina: "I give up. Mom, can you pretend to be a stranger? I'll let you wear my sunglasses!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, the lesson is: "Never talk to strangers!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My take on the objective: Never try to teach a 3 year old about strangers with a 6 year old dressed in eccentric clothing promising to give him a favorite movie or take him to the park. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tomorrow's objective: Make it believable. &lt;/span&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/7299460812345060538-1640188338806176180?l=stewartlittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewartlittles.blogspot.com/feeds/1640188338806176180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stewartlittles.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-talk-to-strangers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7299460812345060538/posts/default/1640188338806176180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7299460812345060538/posts/default/1640188338806176180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewartlittles.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-talk-to-strangers.html' title='Never talk to strangers!!'/><author><name>Brandy Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099138434094048835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2sw2gBfikI/AAAAAAAAAHI/018_gOUha8k/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299460812345060538.post-4900399918502013290</id><published>2009-02-20T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:22:01.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To begin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Well, I decided last night that I would start to blog about the kids. I believe it would be a great tool to have to read about them constantly, so here we go - inspired, of course, from Katie's site!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Catalina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Last night she lost one of her front teeth. I'd always thought that this was the most awkward place to lose a tooth, and I have to admit that I wasn't looking forward to those pictures; however, I have been proven wrong. No, I'm not one of those mothers who thinks their children are the cutest thing in everything they do (ok, well, maybe), but she really does look cute with it missing! I have to admit that although I've pulled the two bottom teeth out, I was a little apprehensive about removing the top one. Its one of those things that give you butterflies right before you do it. She was a trooper, but I have to share that she immediately relented to the mirror and observed her new look for at least 15 minutes. That's my Suga though!!! True to the bone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;We were doing her homework last night and I realized just how smart this kid is. She is going to be a Math genius, I'm convinced, and of course this makes mommy proud. She is a little behind on Reading, but I can only blame myself, honestly. As a teacher, you know all of these things: read every day, practice, and etc. But, unfortunately, life happens and they don't always surface on the hopeful schedule of life. Coincidentally, she is rapidly increasing her level, and is going above and beyond. Needless to say, I have to now work on the mothering skills, but thank God, He loves us all anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Branden:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Oh, Branden...where can I start? First of all, he is a very smart boy. I have to say that I am very pleased at how intelligent this boy is. He's started this "habit," if you will, to where he has to touch my arm about 100 times a day. Call it affection if you please, but after a while, it becomes a little bothersome, at best. He began it last year, but it has since elevated to an all-the-time habit! I'm working with him to show him other ways to show his affection!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Let's talk about his sleeping. Of course when Charles and I first had kids, we agreed that them sleeping with us was a great option. We wanted to know at all times of the night they were safe, as well as them feeling that way. Now that he's over 3 and takes up a large portion of the bed, mom and dad feel as though its time to fly the nest for Branden. I'm a little perplexed about the whole situation because I keep going back and forth. Last night, he just wanted to talk, rub my arm, move around, dance, etc. and all of this was at the wonderful midnight hour. I made the decision last night in my tired stupor that it is now time for Branden to sleep in his room. This is not to say, of course, that if they are scared they can not come in my bed, but at least to start the night off right, he has to be in his own room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Ahhh, motherhood! I love it, but its a daily walk and lesson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7299460812345060538-4900399918502013290?l=stewartlittles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stewartlittles.blogspot.com/feeds/4900399918502013290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stewartlittles.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7299460812345060538/posts/default/4900399918502013290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7299460812345060538/posts/default/4900399918502013290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stewartlittles.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-begin.html' title='To begin...'/><author><name>Brandy Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099138434094048835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCfJfvdEgHQ/S2sw2gBfikI/AAAAAAAAAHI/018_gOUha8k/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
