<?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-7324232667225815602</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:25:13.806-07:00</updated><category term='Babytalk magazine'/><category term='dads'/><category term='surly.'/><category term='Parents magazine'/><category term='Spring 2009'/><category term='O'/><category term='poop sleeping snow blanket'/><title type='text'>The Tales of Ian and Ella</title><subtitle type='html'>Ian's on the move.  Ella has arrived.  It's a great time to be a Knaus.  Not so good to be Rugby.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-7373748134063612276</id><published>2009-12-19T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T09:30:41.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian's Christmas Medley</title><content type='html'>So, Ian's been in to Christmas music lately.  He'll just be randomly singing songs throughout the day.  We wanted his music to live on forever.  ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9c41ef9cfc806487" 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://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9c41ef9cfc806487%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331501144%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D351B703AB016853D7AC0A33887B8C96B6C856B7D.624BAAD885A5357AE90C7764D3A925044E263B74%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9c41ef9cfc806487%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK8MSzl1Zplyk_8wqLHGYWpWg8uA&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://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9c41ef9cfc806487%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331501144%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D351B703AB016853D7AC0A33887B8C96B6C856B7D.624BAAD885A5357AE90C7764D3A925044E263B74%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9c41ef9cfc806487%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DK8MSzl1Zplyk_8wqLHGYWpWg8uA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-7373748134063612276?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7373748134063612276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=7373748134063612276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/7373748134063612276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/7373748134063612276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2009/12/ians-christmas-medley.html' title='Ian&apos;s Christmas Medley'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-1122407631327478039</id><published>2009-10-11T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:59:55.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Soldier Returns!!!</title><content type='html'>Welcome Home Jessica!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Captain is home from Iraq. We missed you!  Thank you for serving our Country and our Soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fbknaus%2Falbumid%2F5391385454325861505%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the album here: &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bknaus/JessicaReturns?feat=directlink"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-1122407631327478039?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-99364013757538006</id><published>2009-08-15T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:25:10.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The San Deigo Bear</title><content type='html'>Here is the final collection of pictures of Ian's bear from San Diego.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fbknaus%2Falbumid%2F5370223532797651569%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-99364013757538006?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/99364013757538006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=99364013757538006&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/99364013757538006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/99364013757538006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/san-deigo-bear.html' title='The San Deigo Bear'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-6255219055390897445</id><published>2009-06-30T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:21:49.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring 2009'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Famyknaus%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26access%3Dpublic%26psc%3DF%26q%26uname%3Damyknaus" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-6255219055390897445?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6255219055390897445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=6255219055390897445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/6255219055390897445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/6255219055390897445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397726022431189560</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-1719365112662734069</id><published>2009-05-28T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:29:59.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Mama</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend Ella pulled herself up and stood up for several seconds. 7 months have passed and she already has 6 teeth. Tonight I went up to check on Ella and she was on her tummy. She had rolled over all by herself for the first time. It all makes me quite sad as she already seems on the path to being a toddler. And then there's Ian...he's not helping the situation either. He seems to be growing up to fast also...setting up his own play dates and visiting with the neighbors all on his own.  Where did he learn this stuff?!!  What's a mom to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-1719365112662734069?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1719365112662734069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=1719365112662734069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/1719365112662734069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/1719365112662734069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/sad-mama.html' title='Sad Mama'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397726022431189560</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-9056678678903317921</id><published>2009-04-21T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:31:19.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do kids do when they go to bed?</title><content type='html'>The other night, Ian was up until after 9:00.  Here's what he was doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e787a3dda0d9fdfb" 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://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De787a3dda0d9fdfb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331501144%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C284F63A5C3E4D4120CC13532123F4C568D0651.2B8268E1534F7383B94EAE68F953C9657C7D4614%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De787a3dda0d9fdfb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9IcyNU8kOGVODkDWTCnQE3s2X7E&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://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De787a3dda0d9fdfb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331501144%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C284F63A5C3E4D4120CC13532123F4C568D0651.2B8268E1534F7383B94EAE68F953C9657C7D4614%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De787a3dda0d9fdfb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9IcyNU8kOGVODkDWTCnQE3s2X7E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-9056678678903317921?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e787a3dda0d9fdfb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9056678678903317921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=9056678678903317921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/9056678678903317921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/9056678678903317921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-do-kids-do-when-they-go-to-bed.html' title='What do kids do when they go to bed?'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-3999210279273012039</id><published>2009-04-08T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:21:28.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins Opening Day Tradition</title><content type='html'>Last year, we started a new tradition.  On opening day of the Twins season, we have a special Opening Day Dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, the menu included hot dogs, pretzels, popcorn, peanuts in the shell, and chocolate milk.  We spread a blanket on the living room floor and had a nice picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian had a hard time with the peanuts but managed to talk me into cracking a few open for him.  The unfortunate part is that Ian wasn't able to stay up long enough to see any of the game.  Ella made it until about 7:30 but she was more interested in screeching and chewing on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fund tradition and will be much more fun when Ian and Ella can play along!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-3999210279273012039?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3999210279273012039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=3999210279273012039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/3999210279273012039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/3999210279273012039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/twins-opening-day-tradition.html' title='Twins Opening Day Tradition'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-2552590589383489775</id><published>2009-03-27T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:49:23.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents magazine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surly.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babytalk magazine'/><title type='text'>Babytalk Magazine...ARGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/Sc2HfT5sWOI/AAAAAAAABH4/C0G-AqsAkJU/s1600-h/BT0409_Cover_200x250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/Sc2HfT5sWOI/AAAAAAAABH4/C0G-AqsAkJU/s320/BT0409_Cover_200x250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318055706982373602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every month, we get a complimentary copy of Babytalk magazine.  [Image Credit: www.babytalk.com]  Every month, I flip through it trying to find something that will help me be a better papa.  Occasionally, I find some new fact or activity that I can use.  But, every month, I close the magazine, throw it on the floor and vow to never read it again.  Amy laughs and asks, "What did they print this month?"  (Notice, I never actually stop reading it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I only get a few pages in.  Other times, I make it close to the end.  This month, I made it past the "Be Happy with You New Mom Body" (&lt;a href="http://www.parenting.com/article/Mom/Health--Fitness/Love-Your-New-Mom-Body"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;) and the article how I should put my medicines out-of-reach.  I made it all the way to page 61 and the article about "New Mom Aches" (&lt;a href="http://www.parenting.com/article/Mom/Health--Fitness/3-Discomforts-of-New-Moms"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the three "New Mom Aches" in order directly from the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nursing Mom Tendinitis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;Obviously, I'm not breastfeeding (no comments from Adams, please).  But I do spend time feeding my child.  "The arm...becomes stiff from holding your child."  Yes, I've experienced this.  Mostly at 4:00 in the morning when Ella is sipping her bottle rather than gulping it down. And, wait, shocking, I'm a new papa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Car-Seat Elbow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;"The loss of feeling in your elbow and arm from carrying your baby in her infant car seat."  Yep, been there, done that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby-on-Hip Syndrome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've never actually had this "syndrome" because I tend to not use my hip to carry Ella because, get this, it doesn't feel good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to just complain.  However, so many times, magazines about parenting, knowingly or not, imply that dads don't do the things that moms do.  In my circle of friends, every dad I talk to is involved, at least equally, in their child's live, including feeding, carrying car seats, and, yes, even holding their child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headline of this article should have been: "New Parent Aches" and reached all the readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babytalk isn't the only magazine that does this.  &lt;a href="http://www.parents.com/"&gt;Parents&lt;/a&gt; magazine recently published an article with the headline "The One Discipline Secret Every &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; Needs" (emphasis added&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/Sc2NzXquWeI/AAAAAAAABIA/FngEc5Yl6UE/s1600-h/345_ParentsApr2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/Sc2NzXquWeI/AAAAAAAABIA/FngEc5Yl6UE/s320/345_ParentsApr2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318062648660482530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.parents.com/preschoolers/discipline/behavior/get-a-well-behaved-kid/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;).  [Image credit: www.parents.com]  This was printed right below where it says "Parents" (which implies mom and dad).  I immediately turned to the article and it was about setting limits and expectations for your child.  Dad's can't do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I guess I should just thank the editors and writers at both Babytalk and Parents.  As a dad, no one is expecting anything from me.  I can sit on the couch, watch football and drink as many ice cold &lt;a href="http://www.surlybrewing.com/index.php"&gt;Surly&lt;/a&gt; 16-Grit Ales as I please.  Whose with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-2552590589383489775?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2552590589383489775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=2552590589383489775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/2552590589383489775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/2552590589383489775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/babytalk-magazineargh.html' title='Babytalk Magazine...ARGH'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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/_EzWLISjMBY0/Sc2HfT5sWOI/AAAAAAAABH4/C0G-AqsAkJU/s72-c/BT0409_Cover_200x250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-4356961073316288282</id><published>2009-03-15T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:48:31.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be teaching my kids how to spell</title><content type='html'>I got this picture from someone following me on Twitter.  Might be the best example of student work I've seen lately.  Be sure to read the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Click the image to enlarge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/1d165" title="Share photos on twitter with Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/1d165.gif" alt="Share photos on twitter with Twitpic" height="150" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-4356961073316288282?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4356961073316288282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=4356961073316288282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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little Piggy went to jail.&lt;br /&gt;This little Piggy ate dinner at Papa's Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;This little Piggy said, "Let's go to jail."&lt;br /&gt;This little Piggy said, "Let's go to the office mark."&lt;br /&gt;The last little Piggy went Wee-Wee-Wee all the way home.&lt;/blockquote&gt;What does this little story say about Papa's Pizza?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-4248153675405068144?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4248153675405068144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=4248153675405068144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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course, the stars are Ian and Ella.  Enjoy!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-JoFvchTJH4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-JoFvchTJH4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-4384909084880226079?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4384909084880226079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Child</title><content type='html'>Here's how tonight's last conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ian: "Daddy, I want a drink."&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "Okay, go get a drink out of the bathroom."&lt;br /&gt;Ian: "But Mommy said, 'No more drinks."&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "Alright, then you need to go to bed.  Good night."&lt;/blockquote&gt;When does he start lying to us?  Is it soon?  To be honest, I thought it would have happened already.  For now, I'll just enjoy it.  He hasn't started blaming things on Ella yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-7954419655066465892?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7954419655066465892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=7954419655066465892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/7954419655066465892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/7954419655066465892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-our-honest-child.html' title='I Love Our Honest Child'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-5744943244349014519</id><published>2009-02-22T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:04:56.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six pairs of Underwear</title><content type='html'>Here's an excerpt from the last conversation of the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ian: (coming out of his room) Mommy, my back hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Amy: (sitting in chair) Your back hurts or your butt hurts?&lt;br /&gt;Ian: (cuddling with Amy, in whiniest voice ever) My butt hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Amy: You did a lot of pooping today.&lt;br /&gt;Ian: Uh-huh.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yeah, and all of his pooping was in his pants.  It appears that he has forgotten how to move himself to the bathroom before he poops.  He is now pooping and then moving to the bathroom.  On the upside, I didn't feel much like eating lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-5744943244349014519?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5744943244349014519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=5744943244349014519&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/5744943244349014519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/5744943244349014519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/six-pairs-of-underwear.html' title='Six pairs of Underwear'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-6551763603837385469</id><published>2009-02-17T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:03:25.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Hero For Cancer-Lance Armstrong</title><content type='html'>Paul Krimmage, a Sunday Times reporter, called Armstrong a "cancer."  In Armstrong's press conference on Friday, February 13th, he put Krimmage in his place.  You have to hear Armstong's level-headed, fair, cussing-out-without-cussing-out response to this jackass reporter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 1:45 is the best but Armstrong also gets in a dig at the very end of the clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://awfulannouncing.blogspot.com/2009/02/lance-armstrong-blasts-reporter-who.html"&gt;Watch the video here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many people are affected by this horrible disease.  We lost Grandma Jonnie.  Grandma Jan and Grannie Annie survived.  Most recently we lost Grandma Harris.  I'm thankful for all the amazing Angels out there but it is still tragic.  And for this reporter to compare a cancer surviver to a cancer....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-6551763603837385469?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6551763603837385469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=6551763603837385469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/6551763603837385469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/6551763603837385469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-new-hero-for-cancer-lance-armstrong.html' title='My New Hero For Cancer-Lance Armstrong'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-8465471542472855132</id><published>2009-02-09T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T06:20:08.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice Cereal and Squash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SZA5twrtC1I/AAAAAAAAA4M/6-7bQejTmlY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SZA5twrtC1I/AAAAAAAAA4M/6-7bQejTmlY/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300800219740179282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a big weekend for Ella.  She finally started eating rice cereal.  She had 3-4 meals of that.  Last night, she started on squash.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SZA5uGwq3ZI/AAAAAAAAA4U/UECVLfl8efw/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 85px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SZA5uGwq3ZI/AAAAAAAAA4U/UECVLfl8efw/s200/images-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300800225666588050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ella has figured how to make the spoon work.  She evens want to feed herself.  She's so independent.  Except when she wants to be held, which is most of the time.  It's a good time for all involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rugby is just waiting for the Cheerios to start.  It's been a long time since she has a quality, consistent source of food  just laying on the floor for her to come and vacuum up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SZA5uGwq3ZI/AAAAAAAAA4U/UECVLfl8efw/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-8465471542472855132?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8465471542472855132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=8465471542472855132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/8465471542472855132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/8465471542472855132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/rice-cereal-and-squash.html' title='Rice Cereal and Squash'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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/_EzWLISjMBY0/SZA5twrtC1I/AAAAAAAAA4M/6-7bQejTmlY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-6321397601569288793</id><published>2009-01-21T12:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:02:16.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inauguration in Legos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SXeJQ5vjFhI/AAAAAAAAA28/5gjuR9z10vg/s1600-h/scene-wider_1240483i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 171px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SXeJQ5vjFhI/AAAAAAAAA28/5gjuR9z10vg/s320/scene-wider_1240483i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293850810468472338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't want to name names, but someone in our house is totally into Legos.  The only hint I'll give is that his name ends in "N."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Barack Obama's inauguration in Legoland, California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="slideshowHD gutterUnder"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this headline in my &lt;a href="http://reader.google.com/"&gt;Google Reader&lt;/a&gt; and thought, I can't wait to see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this picture, look at the background and the people standing up.  It gives you a great perspective on the Lego buildings and people.  There are twelve images in the story I saw.  &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/picturegalleries/howaboutthat/4270990/Barack-Obamas-inauguration-in-Legoland-California.html"&gt;You can see them here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lego Land website has a section called &lt;a href="http://www.legoland.com/park/whatsnew.htm"&gt;What's New&lt;/a&gt;.  If you scroll down a bit, it has more info on the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being observed tomorrow for TAP.  I think one of these images might be a good &lt;a href="http://www.vtshome.org/"&gt;VTS&lt;/a&gt; lesson and earn me good points on my "questioning" score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: &lt;a href="http://www.lakeshorelearning.com/"&gt;Lakeshore Learning&lt;/a&gt; has their own version of &lt;a href="http://www.lakeshorelearning.com/seo/ca%7CsearchResults%7E%7Ep%7C2534374302094283%7E%7E.jsp"&gt;Legos&lt;/a&gt; that work with real Legos.  They even have a set of Lego &lt;a href="http://www.lakeshorelearning.com/seo/ca%7CsearchResults%7E%7Ep%7CRA926%7E%7E.jsp"&gt;people&lt;/a&gt;.  To Adams and Oldenburg, keep this in mind when your little ones are older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo Credit: &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.telegraph.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-6321397601569288793?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6321397601569288793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=6321397601569288793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/6321397601569288793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/6321397601569288793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/inauguration-in-legos.html' title='The Inauguration in Legos'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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/_EzWLISjMBY0/SXeJQ5vjFhI/AAAAAAAAA28/5gjuR9z10vg/s72-c/scene-wider_1240483i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-1819351797541866928</id><published>2009-01-18T11:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:01:07.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ella's Baptism</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day in the Knaus Family.  Our littlest one, Ella Rebecca, was baptized into the Lord's Family.  She was a perfect Angel with Pastor Jeff and throughout the entire service. Except for the time she spit up on my sleeve.  Ian struggled with not getting all the attention but was fine once we started opening presents and eating cake!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pictures from this morning.  Thanks to Uncle Jake for grabbing our camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fbknaus%2Falbumid%2F5292722544076783217%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you to all the Aunts and Uncle, Grandmas and Grandpas, and especially Ella's Godparents, Uncle Jake, Aunt Heidi, and Aunt Rebecca (or Becky, as we like to call her.)  And lastly, to Cousin Eli who lit Ella's Baptism Candle for her.  We appreciate all of you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-1819351797541866928?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1819351797541866928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=1819351797541866928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/1819351797541866928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/1819351797541866928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/ellas-baptism.html' title='Ella&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-9004356980589295219</id><published>2009-01-08T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T04:46:01.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I've Got It All Wrong</title><content type='html'>The secret to long live?  Me, a vegetarian?  It might be time to revisit my entire belief system.  Unless &lt;a href="http://www.seeveggiesdifferently.com/product_detail.aspx?family=934&amp;amp;id=352"&gt;Fake Bacon&lt;/a&gt; counts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/.element/swf/2.0/sect/MAIN/tshirt/2.0/CuriousityEmbed.swf?headline=World%27s%20oldest%20person%20credits%20bacon&amp;amp;date=1231368883000&amp;amp;hash=f17c5e9213bc6226d61f83d4f4ab4e9a&amp;amp;return_uri=http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/living/2009/01/07/coogan.oldest.person.kcal&amp;amp;style=mens&amp;amp;color=black" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't think I'll join &lt;a href="http://www.cvwine.com/gourmet/bacon/home.html?gclid=CLia3a3__pcCFQw9GgodzR0iDA"&gt;Bacon of the Month like Adams.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;http://www.cvwine.com/gourmet/bacon/home.html?gclid=CLia3a3__pcCFQw9GgodzR0iDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cvwine.com/gourmet/bacon/home.html?gclid=CLia3a3__pcCFQw9GgodzR0iDA"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-9004356980589295219?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9004356980589295219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=9004356980589295219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/9004356980589295219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/9004356980589295219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe-ive-got-it-all-wrong.html' title='Maybe I&apos;ve Got It All Wrong'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-5000333539749735736</id><published>2008-12-26T09:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:04:12.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa on the Street</title><content type='html'>So, we went to &lt;a href="http://www.ci.maple-grove.mn.us/"&gt;Maple Grove&lt;/a&gt; and did some shopping.  We also ate lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.noodles.com/"&gt;Noodles&lt;/a&gt;.  While walking back to our car, we saw Santa walking down the street.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SVUcbvKdeJI/AAAAAAAAAvM/MsI__VPmjds/s1600-h/Photo_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SVUcbvKdeJI/AAAAAAAAAvM/MsI__VPmjds/s320/Photo_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284161000631531666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not something you see everyday.  So we stopped and were lucky enough to capture this awesome picture of of Ian and Santa.  Ella was sleeping and we didn't dare wake her up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-5000333539749735736?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5000333539749735736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=5000333539749735736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/5000333539749735736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/5000333539749735736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-on-street.html' title='Santa on the Street'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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/_EzWLISjMBY0/SVUcbvKdeJI/AAAAAAAAAvM/MsI__VPmjds/s72-c/Photo_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-7915770889245222442</id><published>2008-11-30T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:42:37.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop sleeping snow blanket'/><title type='text'>Ella Sleeps 10 Hours! Snoring Parents Happy.</title><content type='html'>What a great night.  Ella went to bed last night and didn't wake up until 6:45.  Amy actually went to check on her at 5:30 and she was sleeping soundly.  Here are some reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Huggies diapers.  Not the crappy (literally) ones we were using.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Super soft, cozy fleece Jammies.  I wish they came in my my size.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new super cozy knit blanket from the Ireland family.  Okay, proba&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SUJcFxRKA5I/AAAAAAAAAvE/ND9ElyTZW1k/s1600-h/a1444394265_148231_5868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SUJcFxRKA5I/AAAAAAAAAvE/ND9ElyTZW1k/s200/a1444394265_148231_5868.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278882967426040722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bly just Kristen.  I don't think Corey knows how to knit.  Thank you, Irelands!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A great day at Aunt Becky's house getting worn out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two of the most awesomest parents ever who obviously know how to parent!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; To make the day even better: Ian has pooped in the potty twice already this morning.  Underwear Rocks!  No more diapers for Ian.  He's officially a Big Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spread my joy for today.  I'll try to post some pictures later.  Enjoy the snow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-7915770889245222442?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7915770889245222442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=7915770889245222442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/7915770889245222442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/7915770889245222442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/ella-sleeps-10-hours-snoring-parent.html' title='Ella Sleeps 10 Hours! Snoring Parents Happy.'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SUJcFxRKA5I/AAAAAAAAAvE/ND9ElyTZW1k/s72-c/a1444394265_148231_5868.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-2006000404781761560</id><published>2008-11-23T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:54:20.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ella Sleeps Through the Night!!!</title><content type='html'>It happened.  Ella Slept from 9:30 to 5:30!  No feedings, no fussings.  I call it a miracle.  Amy says its because she didn't nap very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it was ruined by a four year old who had to poop at 4:00 in the morning.  The good news, he did it in the potty.  But it was a 4:00 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well, Ella slept through the night and Ian pooped in the potty.  I guess we can't complain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-2006000404781761560?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2006000404781761560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=2006000404781761560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/2006000404781761560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/2006000404781761560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/ella-sleeps-through-night.html' title='Ella Sleeps Through the Night!!!'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-354761814498655411</id><published>2008-11-09T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:39:05.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jamison!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SRdKWghI-hI/AAAAAAAAAto/A8bg8yQE22c/s1600-h/IMG_2474-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SRdKWghI-hI/AAAAAAAAAto/A8bg8yQE22c/s200/IMG_2474-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266760039779596818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian and Ella's friend Jamison turned 1 today!  It's hard to believe it has been a year already.  Congratulations to Jamison.  Also, congrats to his parents for surviving 365 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out pictures of the party on the &lt;a href="http://adamsbrewery.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-jamison.html"&gt;Adam's Family Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-354761814498655411?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/354761814498655411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=354761814498655411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/354761814498655411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/354761814498655411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-jamison.html' title='Happy Birthday Jamison!!!'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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/_EzWLISjMBY0/SRdKWghI-hI/AAAAAAAAAto/A8bg8yQE22c/s72-c/IMG_2474-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-2735288930856265238</id><published>2008-11-08T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:06:50.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I don't like Nemo!!!"</title><content type='html'>So, Ian's been having some issues with going to bed.  He goes in, comes out, goes in, comes out, cries and gets angry.  Well, the biggest issue is that he gets mad and says, "I don't like you."  Yeah, that's pleasant.  For all the parents of babies who don't yet talk, don't encourage it.  It has led to this for us.  I'm assuming your experience will be no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SRZFJe6FTAI/AAAAAAAAAtY/MVoLHKvwdes/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 85px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SRZFJe6FTAI/AAAAAAAAAtY/MVoLHKvwdes/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266472843474193410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tonight, I think we finally broke Ian of saying he doesn't like us.  Instead, he said, "I'm mad!"  Good, he's in touch with his feelings.  He went on to say, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't like Nemo!&lt;/span&gt;"  I don't know how Nemo fits into the conversation but, in all honestly, most of what Ian says makes little sense to me in my sleep deprived state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story?  Parents don't let your kids talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-2735288930856265238?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2735288930856265238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=2735288930856265238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/2735288930856265238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/2735288930856265238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-like-nemo.html' title='&quot;I don&apos;t like Nemo!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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/_EzWLISjMBY0/SRZFJe6FTAI/AAAAAAAAAtY/MVoLHKvwdes/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-1358760265505318965</id><published>2008-11-01T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:53:53.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Years Strong</title><content type='html'>Amy and I had our first date today, November 1st, back in &lt;a href="http://news.google.com/news?q=november+1,+2008&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=news_group&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ct=title"&gt;1998&lt;/a&gt;.  I made &lt;a href="http://www.cooks.com/rec/view/0,1826,149164-249196,00.html"&gt;cheese stuffed shells&lt;/a&gt;, garlic bread and salad for dinner in my apartment.  I even went out and bought candlesticks (and candles) for the evening.  The candlesticks are currently on the shelf above the bathroom door.  As I recall, there was a bottle of cheap wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120787/"&gt;A Perfect Murder&lt;/a&gt;.  Great first date movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad that the movie hasn't stuck in Amy's head and she hasn't taken me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Amy, after 10 years, I can't believe what we have together.  You're wonderful and I love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-1358760265505318965?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1358760265505318965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=1358760265505318965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/1358760265505318965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/1358760265505318965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-years-strong.html' title='10 Years Strong'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-3547223709757255484</id><published>2008-11-01T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:41:52.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Itching or Picking</title><content type='html'>The other day, I turned my head and saw Ian with his pointer finger right up in his nose.  I told him to not pick his nose.  He, almost immediately, said, "I'm just itching my nose."  Have you ever had to "itch" the inside of your nose?  I bet you have.  Just don't call it picking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-3547223709757255484?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3547223709757255484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=3547223709757255484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/3547223709757255484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/3547223709757255484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/itching-or-picking.html' title='Itching or Picking'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-5568204220158076149</id><published>2008-10-29T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T06:12:44.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy of Books</title><content type='html'>Last night, Amy went to the dentist and stopped at the library on the way home.  When she got home, Ian was fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Ian came out from his room after I walked Rugby and saw the bag of books.  He said, "You wen to library for me?"  Then he flipped through the 20 or so books that were in the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got to a Clifford book.  He said, "This is my favorite book ever. Thanks."  What a great way to start a day, both for me and Ian.  When Amy woke, Ian immediately ran to Mama and said, "Thank you Mama for the books!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Post: Nose Itching or Nose Picking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-5568204220158076149?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5568204220158076149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=5568204220158076149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/5568204220158076149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/5568204220158076149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/joy-of-books.html' title='The Joy of Books'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-2008669105712386374</id><published>2008-10-05T11:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T11:44:43.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Ella Rebecca Brenke Knaus</title><content type='html'>Ella Rebecca was born October 2, 2008 at 8:46 a.m. She weighs 7 pounds, 7 ounces and is 20 in&lt;img src="file:///Users/benknaus/Desktop/IMG_0097.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/benknaus/Desktop/IMG_0097.JPG" alt="" /&gt;ches tall. So far, Ella and Mom are doing wonderfully. Everyone is sleeping and eating a lot. Here are a few of the hundreds of pictures that we have taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see more pictures, &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bknaus/EllaSArrival#slideshow" target=blank&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SOkJhyleb6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/iYV1Dk0qtfw/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SOkJhyleb6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/iYV1Dk0qtfw/s200/IMG_0097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253740916423684002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SOkJiuWo6dI/AAAAAAAAAqA/0a_YeAAVgYQ/s1600-h/IMG_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SOkJiuWo6dI/AAAAAAAAAqA/0a_YeAAVgYQ/s200/IMG_0122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253740932467583442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SOkJjc2E3nI/AAAAAAAAAqI/deneXZaLfJY/s1600-h/IMG_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SOkJjc2E3nI/AAAAAAAAAqI/deneXZaLfJY/s200/IMG_0196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253740944947469938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SOkJkO9wexI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/U9DkU4yYwkw/s1600-h/IMG_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SOkJkO9wexI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/U9DkU4yYwkw/s200/IMG_0207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253740958401461010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/benknaus/Desktop/IMG_0097.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-2008669105712386374?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2008669105712386374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=2008669105712386374&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/2008669105712386374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/2008669105712386374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/introducing-ella-rebecca-brenke-knaus_3726.html' title='Introducing Ella Rebecca Brenke Knaus'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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/_EzWLISjMBY0/SOkJhyleb6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/iYV1Dk0qtfw/s72-c/IMG_0097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-5515993233407860265</id><published>2008-09-15T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:24:55.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Annoying Thing Ever</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm sitting at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble in Maple Grove.  I'm happily reading a magazine and keeping an eye on Ian, who is playing with the Thomas Trains.  He isn't wandering and I'm keeping track of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of no where, I hear his repetitive squeaking sound, like someone has a dog toy and they are squeezing it at quick little intervals.  Then it starts getting louder.  Not quicker, just louder.  Oh, and much more annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this little girl walks into the children's area.  I look for a squeaky toy, amazed that she is able to keep the constant cadence.  Here's the scary part: There is no squeaky toy.  IT'S HER SHOES!!!  That explains the repetitive nature.  I did find the shoe on this website: &lt;a href="http://www.itzybitzy.com/"&gt;http://www.itzybitzy.com/&lt;/a&gt;.  Here's your warning: the squeaky starts when you get to the site.  Don't do it in a meeting, which is where I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think that is the most annoying part.  WRONG.  Here's the annoying part.  The mom trailing, and not really paying attention to, her daughter had a cell phone plastered to her head.  Perhaps, if she hung up the phone, she wouldn't need the squeaky shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering, I'm not alone on this one.  The nice lady working in the children's section said that those shoes wouldn't last 5 minutes in her house.  I continued to shake my head in disbelief until the squeaky sound disappeared into the distance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-5515993233407860265?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5515993233407860265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=5515993233407860265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/5515993233407860265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/5515993233407860265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/most-annoying-thing-ever.html' title='Most Annoying Thing Ever'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-6790793162546908419</id><published>2008-08-12T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T05:02:57.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Dog Dance</title><content type='html'>If your familiar with Mickey's Clubhouse on the Disney Channel, then you probably know about the hot dog dance.  This is Ian favorite, or only, dance that he does.  Check out the video below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7551112cda145231" 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://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7551112cda145231%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331501144%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D695C9CD0FCEA3C5C991CE48C96D659D12032E80A.786D6F0B8DBCB9DCCD931667B238D42556731B50%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7551112cda145231%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZHkQ8vpaEZLOLT9D1jVKss1EMxY&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://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7551112cda145231%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331501144%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D695C9CD0FCEA3C5C991CE48C96D659D12032E80A.786D6F0B8DBCB9DCCD931667B238D42556731B50%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7551112cda145231%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZHkQ8vpaEZLOLT9D1jVKss1EMxY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enjoy the dancing.  He gets it from both his mom and dad, but more so from dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-6790793162546908419?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7551112cda145231&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6790793162546908419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=6790793162546908419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/6790793162546908419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/6790793162546908419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/hot-dog-dance.html' title='Hot Dog Dance'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-5535610732545689931</id><published>2008-07-20T16:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T18:06:54.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Picnic #1-Brenke Family</title><content type='html'>It was a big weekend for the Knaus Family.  The first event of the weekend was the Brenke Family Picnic.  Amy organizes this every year and this was the best turn-out yet.  I enjoyed my &lt;a href="http://www.bocaburger.com/products/sausages.aspx?productBox=0"&gt;Boca Brats&lt;/a&gt; while Amy sank her teeth into a real hamburger.  That doesn't happen very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian got to go swimming.  This year, he actually floated.  Last year, he was firmly attached to anyone who got close enough to him, usually me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bknaus/BrenkeFamilyPicnic2008/photo?authkey=ERhFynr7fOI#5225081498446289586"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/bknaus/SIM38G1bWrI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ZEHcVLIM3UA/s144/IMG_0168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a picture of all the cousins.  The old guy on the end is Grandpa Gary.  He always manages to get in with the younger crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bknaus/BrenkeFamilyPicnic2008/photo?authkey=ERhFynr7fOI#5225082368493822850"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/bknaus/SIM4uwA7I4I/AAAAAAAAAVw/-NIPIFp8buU/s144/IMG_0179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swimming, Ian and Cole headed off to the trampoline.  Cole liked to bounce into Ian.  Ian liked to bounce away from Cole.  All-in-all, it was a good time.  No one broke any bones and there was only one crying incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bknaus/BrenkeFamilyPicnic2008/photo?authkey=ERhFynr7fOI#5225084438341399778"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/bknaus/SIM6nOzCtOI/AAAAAAAAAXY/XDHBzMEfwfE/s144/IMG_0197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three hours of swimming, bouncing, eating and running in the sun, the picture below is the result.  Not too shabby for a Saturday afternoon!  And thank goodness for long car rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bknaus/BrenkeFamilyPicnic2008/photo?authkey=ERhFynr7fOI#5225087476593885538"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/bknaus/SIM9YFK4gWI/AAAAAAAAAaE/brU93-lsPg0/s144/IMG_0228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-5535610732545689931?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5535610732545689931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=5535610732545689931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/5535610732545689931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/5535610732545689931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-picnic-1-brenke-family.html' title='Family Picnic #1-Brenke Family'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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://lh3.ggpht.com/bknaus/SIM38G1bWrI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ZEHcVLIM3UA/s72-c/IMG_0168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-4351300843840514566</id><published>2008-07-05T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:01:25.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from the Grassy Knoll</title><content type='html'>I spent a week in Dallas.  I know, very exciting.  One of the only really cool things we did was go see the site of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_F._Kennedy_assassination"&gt;Kennedy  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Assassination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.jfk.org/"&gt;The Sixth Floor Museum&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://jfkmurdersolved.com/knoll.htm"&gt;Grassy Knoll&lt;/a&gt;.  We went down to the corner on Sunday night.  There were two guys who have believe whole-heartedly in the conspiracy theory and shared everything that they know.  It was extremely interesting to listen to them.  A few days later we went to &lt;a href="http://www.jfk.org/"&gt;The Sixth Floor Museum&lt;/a&gt;.  There was an audio tour that walked through the time line of the assassination.  The really eerie part of the tour was the seeing the corner with the boxes of books stacked up where Oswold (supposedly, conspiracy, perhaps) hid and shot Kennedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bknaus/JFKMemorialInDallas"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to see the pictures that I took.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SHAqKtjYb2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/soQXTITFZAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SHAqKtjYb2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/soQXTITFZAQ/s200/IMG_0155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219718331637460834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary to look at the road and see the two "X"s in the road, marking the two shots that hit Kennedy.  From the sixth floor, it is easy to imagine the shots.  However, walking around the grassy knoll, it easy to imagine another shooter hiding behind the &lt;a href="http://news.webshots.com/photo/1496697145059636935RsPpUg"&gt;picket fence&lt;/a&gt; (which is still there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot of evidence to support a conspiracy theory.  Seeing this history in action, has really made it real and gotten me to think more about it.  And being able to see and walk on the grassy knoll was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&amp;amp;hs=suJ&amp;amp;q=Kennedy+assassination+conspiracy&amp;amp;btnG=Search"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to explore the conspiracy theories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-4351300843840514566?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4351300843840514566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=4351300843840514566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/4351300843840514566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/4351300843840514566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/pictures-from-grassy-knoll.html' title='Pictures from the Grassy Knoll'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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/_EzWLISjMBY0/SHAqKtjYb2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/soQXTITFZAQ/s72-c/IMG_0155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-4705203800611517218</id><published>2008-07-02T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:01:25.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Talking Guys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SGuMR2o4-aI/AAAAAAAAAHg/wlaoTA7rDVw/s1600-h/51YAKYD8M9L._SL500_BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SGuMR2o4-aI/AAAAAAAAAHg/wlaoTA7rDVw/s200/51YAKYD8M9L._SL500_BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218418831591537058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the other night Amy and I were laying in bed and reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pregnancy-Journal-Day-Day-Healthy/dp/0811846970/ref=pd_bbs_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1215007748&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;The Pregnancy Journal&lt;/a&gt;.  It is a day by day account of what is happening with the Baby Girl that we are expecting.  After being in Dallas for 6 days, we were somewhat behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After catching up on about 4 days, we hear a tiny, sleepy voice coming from the other room.  The voice said, "No Talking Guys!"  If you can imagine a whisper shout, that was it.  Amy and I both laughed hysterically and put the book away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think that Ian has tolerated our nightly reading but anything more than one days is unacceptable to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued reading the next night in quieter voices and he was able to sleep though it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-4705203800611517218?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4705203800611517218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=4705203800611517218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/4705203800611517218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/4705203800611517218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-talking-guys.html' title='No Talking Guys!'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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/_EzWLISjMBY0/SGuMR2o4-aI/AAAAAAAAAHg/wlaoTA7rDVw/s72-c/51YAKYD8M9L._SL500_BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-8127131235309112110</id><published>2008-06-17T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T05:45:46.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have Poop!!!</title><content type='html'>Today, we went to see Dr. Amy, the speech therapist, Dr. Swan, the pediatrician, and Tim, the hair stylist (not a doctor, but very good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian's scores went up again with Dr. Amy.  Dr. Swan took a picture of Ian's belly.  Full of POOP.  [Insert joke about the Knaus' and full of Poop, I'll wait]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he suggested MiraLAX, fruit and something that made Ian cry uncontrollably for 10 minutes.  If you don't know, you'll find out soon with your own Kid.  After the ten minutes, there were several long, Bryon Adams long, passes of gas.  Then there was poop.  Then there was sitting on the potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where it gets good.  We've been tyring to potty train but it has been hit or miss at best.  After 5 books, 10 minutes and snack break for pregnant Mama, Ian pooped in the potty.  Not a lot, just a spot, but it was poop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We immediately opened one of Ian's poop presents that have been waiting for months, gave high fives, hugged, did a cheer and called Grandpa.  It was a very eventful night in the Knaus House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pictures will follow!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-8127131235309112110?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8127131235309112110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=8127131235309112110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/8127131235309112110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/8127131235309112110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-have-poop.html' title='We Have Poop!!!'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-5495827286172075253</id><published>2008-05-06T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T09:47:01.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pie Run #2 &amp; The New Craving</title><content type='html'>I had to make another pie run Sunday night.  One apple, one strawberry and a side of whipped cream.  While I was waiting, the wonderful cashier lady asked me what kind of cookie Amy would like.  I said, "I didn't order a cookie."  The look she gave me suggested that I was an idiot.  She said it was for the baby.  The good people at Perkins will be seeing much more of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other place that will probably be seeing more of me is McDonalds.  Amy had to have honey last night.  And what goes good with honey?  I'm glad you asked.  Honey, of course.  Chicken nuggets dipped in honey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian was a very happy little boy.  French Fries are by far the best food that has ever gone into his belly.  I think his little tummy would explode if we let him all the fries he wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see is in store for tonight.  I'll keep you all updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-5495827286172075253?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5495827286172075253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=5495827286172075253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/5495827286172075253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/5495827286172075253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/pie-run-2-new-craving.html' title='Pie Run #2 &amp; The New Craving'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-361546727516124159</id><published>2008-05-04T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T19:28:58.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime iPod?</title><content type='html'>Check this out from Star Tribune:  &lt;a href="http://www.startribune.com/nation/18341814.html"&gt;The new summer reading: Bedtime stories now available on children's iPods&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blogged about this in my tech blog but it really fit here too.  The article is about iPods loaded with audio books for kids.  It appears that it is too hard for parents to sit down and read a book to their child.  Except for days when I've been out of town, I can't remember a day that I didn't read to Ian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents: Pick up something, anything, with words and read those words to your child.  It's not that complicated and it will mean the world to your child and his education.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-361546727516124159?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/361546727516124159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=361546727516124159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/361546727516124159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/361546727516124159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/bedtime-ipod.html' title='Bedtime iPod?'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-1080405116835103594</id><published>2008-04-30T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:01:25.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey, I need Apple Pie</title><content type='html'>It's official: CRAVINGS.  It has been mostly beef, roast beef sandwichs from Arby's.  Being a vegetarian, the cravings haven't benefited me at all.  No good.  That all changed last night.  Oh, yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SBifSGxpzJI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZiQWorQg2-c/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SBifSGxpzJI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZiQWorQg2-c/s200/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195077303577201810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy turned to me and said, "Honey, I'm going to need some pie tonight."  It's about time.  I went out later that night a purchased 2 pieces of Apple Pie from &lt;a href="http://www.perkinsrestaurants.com/"&gt;Perkins&lt;/a&gt;.  They also had a cookies.  I  bought a cookie for Ian too.  He&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SBifKWxpzII/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZfN9Z244z-E/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzWLISjMBY0/SBifKWxpzII/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZfN9Z244z-E/s200/images-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195077170433215618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shouldn't be left out the cravings.  And feeling really guilty when I got home, I had to give Rugby a treat too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really think that Rugby understands the concept of having a baby but she is in for a huge surprise in a few months when all the crying starts again.  She's got it pretty rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to eat my pie last night.  I think I'll indulge myself tonight.  It should be good.  Pregnancy is turning around for me.  Out with the roast beef, in with the pie.  God help us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-1080405116835103594?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1080405116835103594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=1080405116835103594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/1080405116835103594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/1080405116835103594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/honey-i-need-apple-pie.html' title='Honey, I need Apple Pie'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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/_EzWLISjMBY0/SBifSGxpzJI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZiQWorQg2-c/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-269852237707468687</id><published>2008-03-12T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:20:31.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Papa? Why Mama?</title><content type='html'>I don't know what happened.  One day, Ian was a perfectly happy, "Knaus Family Normal" little boy.  The he spent a day at Aunt Heidi's house.  That night, all we heard was "why?" "Why Mama? Why Papa?  Why Rugby?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, the "why's" have been limited to one per event.  It isn't the repeated Why, Why, Why.  It's almost time to break out the "because I said so." All I can say is good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to &lt;a href="http://adamsbrewery.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adams Brewery&lt;/a&gt; for a mention in thier blog.  Even though they think that I make up everything!  Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-269852237707468687?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/269852237707468687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=269852237707468687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/269852237707468687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/269852237707468687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-papa-why-mama.html' title='Why Papa? Why Mama?'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-2940345620056572116</id><published>2008-03-07T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T18:07:20.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Knows!!!</title><content type='html'>Amy said that we could tell everyone.  Including work people.  I told the key people at school and hope that everyone will know in the near future.  No one has given us a solid reason why it will be a boy or a girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cravings so far are not working for me.  Amy wants hamburgers, chicken, olives and other assorted disgusting things.  With Ian, it worked out great.  Ice cream, sugar...those were the days.  I can only wait and see where this is headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All looks good so far!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-2940345620056572116?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2940345620056572116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=2940345620056572116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/2940345620056572116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/2940345620056572116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/everyone-knows.html' title='Everyone Knows!!!'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-6352817425707274387</id><published>2008-03-06T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T09:07:12.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to be a BIG BROTEHR!!!</title><content type='html'>I can't wait.  Mama and Papa keep asking me if I want a little sister or little brother.  I just pick one.  Yesterday, I wanted a little brother.  The day before, I wanted a little sister.  They say, as long the baby is healthy that's all that matters.  Somehow, I don't think I actually get a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-6352817425707274387?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6352817425707274387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=6352817425707274387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/6352817425707274387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/6352817425707274387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-going-to-be-big-brotehr.html' title='I&apos;m going to be a BIG BROTEHR!!!'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7324232667225815602.post-3574594965197635859</id><published>2008-01-01T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:06:52.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian-isms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;She'll be coming 'round the moutain when she gets here. - May 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Daddy, use your big eyes &lt;/span&gt;- Easter Egg Hunt, April 12, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;I'm mad about everything. - April 12, 2009&lt;br /&gt;My butt itches - December 26, 2008&lt;br /&gt;These are the best presents I ever got. - December 25, 2008&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nobody wants to see my penis. (Ian describing why he has to wear underwear, with dead serious expression) &lt;/span&gt;- November 23, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;(Jumping up and down) Daddy, Mommy's making pancakes. Hooray! - November 23, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;I pee a lot.-November 21, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, I went poopy. Wanna see?-November 21, 2008&lt;br /&gt;You not coming to my party.-November 19, 2008&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Nemo!-November 19, 2008&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad.-November 18, 2008&lt;br /&gt;How many times I have to tell you.-November 15, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Hold my sheep. Don't eat it.&lt;/span&gt; - November 3, 2008&lt;br /&gt;I'm just itching my nose. -November 1, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Trick or Treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat. If you don't, I don't care, I pull down your underwear. - October 31, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Beans, Beans, the more you eat the more you toot, all the way home-October 2, 2008&lt;br /&gt;I'm Cera, you Petrie&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From Land Before Time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;- October 1, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Oh, man. - August 12, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Hey Daddy, be careful not pee in you underwear.&lt;/span&gt; - July 27, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Let's share. They're for all buddies (everybody's).&lt;/span&gt; - July 25, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Let's turn on the news. That make Mama happy. - July 9, 2008&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cozy in here! - July 2, 2008&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy.&lt;br /&gt;No talking guys.&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy with you, Mama.&lt;br /&gt;Don't come in my house. (the house is under the table in the living room)&lt;br /&gt;Go away.&lt;br /&gt;Come! (complete with hand gesture)&lt;br /&gt;Big Hug, Big Kiss!&lt;br /&gt;I need some cuddles!&lt;br /&gt;One more cuddle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7324232667225815602-3574594965197635859?l=knausfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3574594965197635859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7324232667225815602&amp;postID=3574594965197635859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/3574594965197635859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7324232667225815602/posts/default/3574594965197635859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knausfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/ian-isms.html' title='Ian-isms'/><author><name>Knaus</name><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>
