<?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-1621613018723568246</id><updated>2011-12-01T16:58:48.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those were the days</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>180</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1621613018723568246.post-268531357674444954</id><published>2011-10-28T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T12:21:00.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were all loaded up to go to this Halloween Party.  The baby was crying and Tia whom was dressed up in her princess costume was sitting by her.  She was petting her arm saying, "Its okay, the princess is sitting by you, the pretty, pretty, pretty princess is sitting by you, don't cry!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-268531357674444954?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/268531357674444954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=268531357674444954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/268531357674444954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/268531357674444954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-were-all-loaded-up-to-go-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-6917463341366507184</id><published>2011-10-28T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T12:18:39.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was on my way to drop Toby and Mac off at their preschool for their Halloween Party, but I had to make one quick stop at the Grocery Store for some cookies that I signed up to bring. (always ahead of the game eh!!)  Toby said, "mom did you use your brain to remember our party?"  "I did...I have the smartest brain to remember all the things you kids have to do!"  "No, I think Dad has the smartest brain!"  "Ummmm, I don't think so, mom is way smarter than Dad."  And all I got was a giggle and a "Nooooo dad is!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-6917463341366507184?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6917463341366507184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=6917463341366507184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6917463341366507184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6917463341366507184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-was-on-my-way-to-drop-toby-and-mac.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-8912108407854944517</id><published>2011-10-28T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T12:13:58.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was getting all the kids ready for school and Toby said, "Mom can you please stop talking its gonna make me throw up!"  Okay, so I hadn't gotten a chance to brush my teeth yet...I have to get 7 kids dressed and ready for school before myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-8912108407854944517?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8912108407854944517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=8912108407854944517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8912108407854944517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8912108407854944517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-was-getting-all-kids-ready-for-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-1797012341950643885</id><published>2011-10-28T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T12:10:28.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My skin had a couple break out days!  I was getting all the kids ready for school and Toby had this concerned look on his face and said, "Mom, why do you have all those mosquito bites on your face?"  Kids are mean!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-1797012341950643885?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1797012341950643885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=1797012341950643885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/1797012341950643885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/1797012341950643885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-skin-had-couple-break-out-days-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-7012616525583153306</id><published>2011-10-28T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T12:08:52.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were sitting around the dinner table when Dexter took alot more seconds than Tia would have liked.  Tia said, "you are being selfish Dexter."  He looked at her and said, "what does selfish mean?"  Tia replied with, "You know when you have a lot of money and you don't share it."  Dexter just gave her a look as if she had no idea what she was talking about and said, "No...that means you are rich, Tia!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-7012616525583153306?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7012616525583153306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=7012616525583153306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7012616525583153306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7012616525583153306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-were-sitting-around-dinner-table.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-2230297396243185666</id><published>2011-10-23T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T17:41:14.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We are trying to get the baby to fall asleep on her own in her crib!  We have had to do a little rearranging of rooms and Dexter now has his own room up stairs next to Tia's.  I usually let Dexter and Tia read books until I go around and tuck in and turn lights out!  We put the baby in her crib and Tia came downstairs to inform me that she was crying!  Dexter was right behind her saying, "YA, and she keeps waking me up!"  Dexter who is a night owl and rarely goes to bed before 11pm...I just looked at him and said, "I am sure you were fast asleep!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-2230297396243185666?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2230297396243185666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=2230297396243185666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2230297396243185666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2230297396243185666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-are-trying-to-get-baby-to-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-145419801835896721</id><published>2011-10-23T17:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T17:25:15.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I told the kids to do something and Joey with air quotes said, "That is LAME mom!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-145419801835896721?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/145419801835896721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=145419801835896721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/145419801835896721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/145419801835896721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-told-kids-to-do-something-and-joey.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-5597564951377115445</id><published>2011-10-23T17:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T17:24:07.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dexter gets a little angry when I laugh at him when he gets in trouble!  You know the lecture of what he did wrong, then the punishment comes, then the obnoxious laugh while he is being punished!  Isn't that what all moms do?  I can't remember what exactly he did, but he was punished and then I started laughing.  He just gave me a dirty look and said, "You're a dumb face mom!"  Which only made me laugh harder!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-5597564951377115445?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5597564951377115445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=5597564951377115445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/5597564951377115445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/5597564951377115445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/10/dexter-gets-little-angry-when-i-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-8574073499528757103</id><published>2011-10-23T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T17:21:16.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were on our way to Grandma Bryce's house and Mac said, "We can just follow the creek to her house!"  We just looked at him and tried to figure out what he was saying.  The David said, "I think he means the canal!"  There is a dirty yucky canal that runs right past Grandma Bryce's house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-8574073499528757103?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8574073499528757103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=8574073499528757103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8574073499528757103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8574073499528757103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-were-on-our-way-to-grandma-bryces.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-6566199840832583262</id><published>2011-10-23T17:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T17:15:41.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our parents live about 4 miles from each other and in those 4 miles we pass the Temple, some cotton fields and several horse corrals.  During our visit to AZ we made that drive several times a day!  The kids would often sing I love to see the Temple on the drive.  Toby spiced it up one day and sang, "I want to ride the horsies someday" To the tune of I love to see the Temple!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-6566199840832583262?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6566199840832583262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=6566199840832583262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6566199840832583262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6566199840832583262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-parents-live-about-4-miles-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-2807547289261903329</id><published>2011-10-23T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T17:12:07.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tia gets a little confused when she talks and I'm pretty sure she gets it from me!  When we told the kids we were getting a baby and showed them the picture of their new sister she said, "Who's baby used to be that?"  We just looked at her and laughed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-2807547289261903329?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2807547289261903329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=2807547289261903329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2807547289261903329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2807547289261903329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/10/tia-gets-little-confused-when-she-talks.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-4814460323304605798</id><published>2011-10-23T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T17:09:26.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Toby has been a little Emotional lately...He was sent to him room and on his way out he screamed "HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO ME!"  He's so not going to be a fun teenager!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-4814460323304605798?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4814460323304605798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=4814460323304605798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4814460323304605798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4814460323304605798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/10/toby-has-been-little-emotional-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-2982400093705323745</id><published>2011-10-23T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T17:05:41.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>David was studying and asked the kids to grab some lotion and rub his feet!  I totally jumped on this train and asked who wanted to rub mine!  Tia said she would rub mine...and Joey went for David's!  Tia the best foot rubber and Joey who doesn't have the hand strength to squeeze the lotion bottle!  David kept saying, "This was my idea...and you took the best foot rubber!"  They traded spots and pretty soon it was just Joey at our feet!  I kept hearing him say something over and over and over...until David said, "look!"  I looked down and Joey had a hand on each one of my feet and his feet stretched across the floor over on David's feet saying, "Look I can rub all of them!"  He's so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-2982400093705323745?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2982400093705323745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=2982400093705323745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2982400093705323745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2982400093705323745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/10/david-was-studying-and-asked-kids-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-4789992513887750360</id><published>2011-10-23T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T16:47:54.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was cooking dinner and Dexter really wanted to help me cut the onions.  I tried to talk him out of it and explained that it would hurt his eyes.  He grabbed a plastic knife and started cutting!  He looked up and said, "Mom these onions made my eyes drippery!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-4789992513887750360?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4789992513887750360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=4789992513887750360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4789992513887750360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4789992513887750360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-was-cooking-dinner-and-dexter-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-5007327229980708059</id><published>2011-10-23T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T16:37:45.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was nap time and if you know me at all it is a precious time of the day that doesn't get passed on very often!  I had already been up to Toby and Mac's room twice and told them the next time I had to come up they were gonna get a whoopin!  Well, the third time came shortly after and I went up and whooped two little bottoms!  I closed the door and stood outside to listen....Toby said, "Mom's a big JERK huh Mac!"  "Ya she is."  "Mac, Dad is nice and Mom is mean."  "Ya, mom is mean and dad is nice."  "NOOOO MAC, I said MOM IS MEAN AND DAD IS NICE."  "That is what I said Toby."  I didn't go back in...I just giggled at their conversation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-5007327229980708059?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5007327229980708059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=5007327229980708059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/5007327229980708059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/5007327229980708059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-was-nap-time-and-if-you-know-me-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-3323282417579666171</id><published>2011-09-05T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:18:01.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joey was in the kitchen helping me make dinner, which is odd since there are usually 6 kids fighting over the 1 stool eager to help.  He was telling me about what he was going to buy with his "future" dollar when he loses his "future" teeth, then it got silent for a couple of seconds.  He broke that beauty when he said, "Mom can we sell Toby?" "Oh Joey, if only it were that easy!"  "So we can?  Can we sell Dexter too because he always hits me and Toby always bites me and they are big bullies and and and and..." I just started laughing and told him that he would be so sad if we didn't have Toby and Dexter.  He was sure he wouldn't be sad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-3323282417579666171?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3323282417579666171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=3323282417579666171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/3323282417579666171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/3323282417579666171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/09/joey-was-in-kitchen-helping-me-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-4559445947593127594</id><published>2011-08-29T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T20:26:10.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mac came in with a skateboard that Mason had been rubbing rocks on and said, "Mom Mason made this smell like farts!"  I look at him and he looks at me and said, "I mean fire and sparks!"  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-4559445947593127594?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4559445947593127594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=4559445947593127594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4559445947593127594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4559445947593127594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/08/mac-came-in-with-skateboard-that-mason.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-578234974763015439</id><published>2011-08-29T20:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T20:22:20.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were getting dinner ready and the kids were in a bit of trouble form earlier in the day.  David was getting drinks ready...WATER...which isn't our usual crystal light!  Mason asked, "Dad, why are we having water for dinner?"  David replied, "Because poison is illegal!"  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-578234974763015439?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/578234974763015439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=578234974763015439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/578234974763015439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/578234974763015439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-were-getting-dinner-ready-and-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-2621384088032794860</id><published>2011-06-20T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T05:11:12.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were having hamburgers for dinner and David had the Jalapenos out on the table. Mac started to help himself to them and David said, "Mac those are too hot for you." With a smarty pants smile he said, "I LIKE HOT!" We finished dinner and noticed that Mac's Jalapenos was still siting on his plate just as he breezed by the kitchen! "Mac come here...you didn't eat your Jalapenos." As cocky as a 5 year old can strut his stuff, he walked over to his plate and chomped away on his Jalapenos and left the room. Me and David just looked at each other in awe! About 10 seconds later he walked back in fanned his mouth and said, "HOT..." and ran up to the bathroom to get a drink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-2621384088032794860?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2621384088032794860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=2621384088032794860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2621384088032794860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2621384088032794860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-were-having-hamburgers-for-dinner_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-5351621676675505095</id><published>2011-06-20T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T05:07:08.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were all at the Water Park and David had to get home to study for his boards.  I was going to stay a while longer, but the kids were so hungry!  I handed out some granola bars, fruit snacks and bananas!  Joey thought he needed more food so I told him he could go home with Dad and eat!  Well, we stayed a bit longer...so long that my friend Camille that we were meeting brought us all some PB&amp;J sandwiches! The kids were playing Tag when Toby got tagged a little hard and ate the cement.  30 minutes later and a some EMT Papers signed we were on our way!  I called David and was reminded that he was helping some people in our ward load their moving truck...and he had Joey! I told the kids we were headed over to the Walkers to pick Joey up.  The kids all started asking questions....why what when were and why again!  I told them they were moving to Las Vegas.  Dexter said, "Mom is LOST VEGAS where you move to Lose all your stuffs?"  I started laughing and said, "Yes!"  I could see his face in my mirror and he was seriously disgusted when he said, "I don't know why they want to move there if they are going to lose all their stuffs!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-5351621676675505095?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5351621676675505095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=5351621676675505095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/5351621676675505095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/5351621676675505095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-were-all-at-water-park-and-david-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-6217206248368527182</id><published>2011-06-20T04:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T04:47:51.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tia seems to get words mixed up and I usually let it slide because she's so darn cute when she does it.  The other day we were talking about Nail polish.  She looked at her toes that she had painted a couple of days prior and said, "Mom I don't know why my Poll Nelish doesn't stay on my toes that good!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-6217206248368527182?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6217206248368527182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=6217206248368527182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6217206248368527182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6217206248368527182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/06/tia-seems-to-get-words-mixed-up-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-4227661511496712532</id><published>2011-06-20T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T04:44:54.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>David was getting ready for church and fixing his light purple tie when Mac walked in and in a sincere voice said, "Dad, I like your girl tie."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-4227661511496712532?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4227661511496712532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=4227661511496712532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4227661511496712532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4227661511496712532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/06/david-was-getting-ready-for-church-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-2621598536114517234</id><published>2011-06-06T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T10:15:49.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had put all the kids down to bed and David and I were well over an hour into our movie.  I thought all were sleeping sound when the three oldest boys all came up tattling on one another!  I sarcastically said, "That is it, Mason get me a shoe so I can spank all your bottoms!"  Mason with worry, is looking at the mound of shoes sitting by the shoe bucket, he shuffles them around until finally coming back over to me with Toby's little rubber crock!  I just busted up laughing and said, "get me a bigger one!"  I have to admit, he is getting smarter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-2621598536114517234?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2621598536114517234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=2621598536114517234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2621598536114517234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2621598536114517234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-had-put-all-kids-down-to-bed-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-5933889829018739744</id><published>2011-06-06T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T10:08:50.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were all in the car including Annie and Tyrone when the discussion of DC came up!  I was telling them how much fun it is and all there is to do.  Tia piped in, "Ya, we have been to Washington DC...we got to ride the big boat, the fast trains and see the Statue of Liberty!"  We all just started laughing and I explained to her that the Statue of Liberty was in New York City, along with the big boat and fast trains!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-5933889829018739744?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5933889829018739744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=5933889829018739744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/5933889829018739744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/5933889829018739744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-were-all-in-car-including-annie-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-7578495184782237707</id><published>2011-06-06T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T10:05:31.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It had already been a grueling 2 hours as we moved 2 dump trucks loads of dirt around our yard in attempt to even it out...and we still had at least another hour to go.  I was sitting, resting on the trampoline when Dexter came behind me and started to jump! "Dexter, stop jumping, I'm trying to rest."  In a very know it all voice he said, "Mom, trampolines are for jumping, if you don't like it, then find somewhere else to sit and rest."  I gave him the I'm too tired to yell at you, but you better get off this trampoline this second stare!  He took one last big jump off the side and ran off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-7578495184782237707?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7578495184782237707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=7578495184782237707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7578495184782237707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7578495184782237707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-had-already-been-grueling-2-hours-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-2279117288310987499</id><published>2011-06-06T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T09:49:53.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We went up to York to help our Friends Annie and Tyrone move into their new home!  I can honestly say, my kids were awesome helpers and didn't stop until it was all unloaded!  I was in the truck handing boxed and bags out.  Somehow Mac ended up in there with me and said, "Whoah....look at this bigass bag."  I looked at David to see if he heard what I heard! Then I asked Mac to confirm what he just said...Sure enough, he was very concerned about this "bigass" bag!  I was holding back the laughter while David and I attempted to blamed each other...then Tyrone walked by and we dumped it on him!  I really have no idea where he picked that phrase up from! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-2279117288310987499?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2279117288310987499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=2279117288310987499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2279117288310987499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2279117288310987499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-went-up-to-york-to-help-our-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-4682968072114461332</id><published>2011-06-02T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T15:40:24.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>David was out on the field with the kids at their T-ball game and a ball went right through Tia's legs.  David said, "Tia, put your glove on the ground..."  Tia took her glove off and tossed it to the side!  David said, " no...put it back on your hand and hold it down on the ground like this...so the ball won't go through your legs!"  He got a very I'm such a dork, "Ohhhhhh!"  from her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-4682968072114461332?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4682968072114461332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=4682968072114461332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4682968072114461332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4682968072114461332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/06/david-was-out-on-field-with-kids-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-4520702797815851744</id><published>2011-05-24T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T18:02:22.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was cleaning the boys room and was getting so mad that they took all the buckets out of the closet.  I took all their backpacks away and started sorting toys!  Dexter's was next and I am never surprised when my good pair of scissors, magic marker, or credit cards happen to be in it.  He was watching me pull things out and started to get a little nervous.  THEN...I pulled out David's tape measure.  He screamed, "WHAT...HOW DID DAD'S TAPE MEASURERERER GET IN THERE?"  I just rolled my eyes and said, "Really?"  He just shrugged his shoulders, shook his head and said, "I wonder who put that in there."  I find it harder and harder for me to get mad at him when he is so animated in pleading his case!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-4520702797815851744?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4520702797815851744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=4520702797815851744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4520702797815851744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4520702797815851744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-was-cleaning-boys-room-and-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-1801382113236012960</id><published>2011-05-24T17:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T17:54:02.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joey is my tease...and he teases constantly!  The other day at the dinner table he was mocking Mason and kept repeating in a silly voice, "HI MY NAME IS MADON BRYCE...MADON...MADON...MADON BRYCE!"  Mason would get mad and say, "Its MASSSSSSON!"  Joey would just laugh and say, "Hi MADON!"  I have to admit I was laughing pretty hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-1801382113236012960?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1801382113236012960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=1801382113236012960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/1801382113236012960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/1801382113236012960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/05/joey-is-my-tease.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-2227280041824852124</id><published>2011-05-22T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T17:12:41.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a few onions bulbs sitting on the picnic table waiting to be planted and Dexter was holding them up to his eyes...he yelled, "Dad these onions are making my eyes REALLY drippery!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-2227280041824852124?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2227280041824852124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=2227280041824852124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2227280041824852124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2227280041824852124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-had-few-onions-bulbs-sitting-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-7571076738834408006</id><published>2011-05-22T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T17:49:56.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was in Relief Society at church and my friend Camille which happens to be one of the counselors in the Primary brought Tia to me and said, "Tia just came up to me and asked if she could have a pair of scissors to cut out the gum that had fallen in her hair before her mom saw!"  I started to laugh an uncomfortable laugh and said, "am I that scary of a mom!"  Guess so!  I gave Tia a hug and told her it wasn't a bid deal and that we would use some super magical peanut butter to get it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-7571076738834408006?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7571076738834408006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=7571076738834408006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7571076738834408006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7571076738834408006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-was-in-relief-society-at-church-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-7679059188784080681</id><published>2011-04-23T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T13:43:01.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was possibly a little past dinner time and I was rummaging through cupboards wondering what fabulous meal to make for the kids!  Tia was at my side and asked, "mom are you getting ready to make dinner?"  "YES...and it is going to be so yummy!"  She paused for a few seconds and then in a wondering voice asked, "Mom can we have real food tonight?"  "What are you talking about...we always have real food!"  She put her shoulders up and said, "You know like NOT Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiched and NOT cereal!"  I just busted up laughing and said, "how about grilled cheese sandwiches?"  She got so excited with my answer...problem solved!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am totally lame at dinner when David is at work...and he has been at work quite a bit during dinner time, so yes, I "thought" my kids didn't care what they ate...they all seemed excited to have cereal and peanut butter and jelly for dinner.  Guess, I should move onto more elaborate meals like mac and cheese and spaghetti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-7679059188784080681?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7679059188784080681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=7679059188784080681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7679059188784080681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7679059188784080681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-was-possibly-little-past-dinner-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-4338444389514434376</id><published>2011-04-18T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T10:57:57.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Truth be told...I put my kids up to TV when I need a shower...YES, this even includes Sundays!  It is a pretty good babysitter and keeps the windows from getting broken, the fridge cold, and food cupboards closed!  David is home in the morning this week, so I told the kids "NO TV FOR THE WEEK"  I got Dexter off to School and was making David some lunch to take to work.  Mac was at my feet asking to watch TV.  I repeated, "no tv for the week!"   He just looked and me and said in disgust, "What are we supposed to do....just walk around all morning?"  "Yes, just walk around all morning!"  Soon Toby and Mac were wrestling on the kitchen floor, laughing and screaming!  With a smile David asked, "are you sure you don't want them to watch TV this week?"  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man, its gonna be a loooong week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-4338444389514434376?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4338444389514434376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=4338444389514434376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4338444389514434376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4338444389514434376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/04/truth-be-told.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-8809797927385843124</id><published>2011-04-18T10:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T10:48:42.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dexter is my story teller!  He is so full of enthusiasm and LOUD when he has anything to say!  I usually have to sort out what he said happened and what really happened!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were riding home from church and Dexter said, "Hey mom I tooted in my class and my friend said, 'eeeeew what is that terrible STENCH?' and I said, that terrible STENCH was me because I tooted and it stunked really really bad!"  He was laughing so hard and of course all the kids had their comments!  Truth is, he has been banned from tooting by me because he smells so bad...oh his poor teacher in that little classroom!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-8809797927385843124?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8809797927385843124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=8809797927385843124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8809797927385843124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8809797927385843124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/04/dexter-is-my-story-teller-he-is-so-full.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-7854657033082702615</id><published>2011-04-12T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T17:04:20.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were all outside cleaning up the yard...okay so it started out as all the kids helping us but ended up with just David and I working until....The kids come running around the corner screaming, "Toby pooped his pants...Toby has poop on him...Eeeew..."  I'm thinking, great that is all we need now!  Well, Toby wanders around the corner with his pants around his ankles crying and yes...poop stretched from you know where, to his ankles!  "Toby why did you poop your pants?"  He replied with a very sad, "I was dust trying to go pee and then poop started to come out..."  He was very broken up about it and all I could do is laugh a little...so I didn't cry too!  Our poor neighbors that watch us from their windows...what they must think!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took Toby in and got him showered and David did damage control outside.  David said, "You know if I had my list of things that I was going to have to do today, it would not have been picking up kids' poop off the lawn!"  Our kids are gross!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-7854657033082702615?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7854657033082702615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=7854657033082702615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7854657033082702615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7854657033082702615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-were-all-outside-cleaning-up-yard.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-1651410492046164420</id><published>2011-04-09T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T12:20:24.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All 6 kids are signed up for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tball&lt;/span&gt; and all on the same team!  I bought them all gloves and we were playing catch outside.  I had to run in and start lunch and David continued the fun.  Dexter missed the ball a couple of times and said, "Dad, I think the ball is afraid of my glove!"  David said, "looks that way doesn't it!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-1651410492046164420?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1651410492046164420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=1651410492046164420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/1651410492046164420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/1651410492046164420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-6-kids-are-signed-up-for-tball-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-722084127935802739</id><published>2011-04-08T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T17:16:12.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was cooking dinner and Mason was begging to cut the onion.  I repeatedly told him, "no, they will burn your eyes and you will start to cry."  The begging continued.  I wasn't really worried about the onions burning his eyes as much as I was just not ready to let him use a sharp knife!  I finished cutting up the onions and I was almost it tears...they were really strong!  He grabbed a piece of the peel and placed it over his nose right up to his eyes and said, "See mom, it doesn't hurt my eyes cause I have super special eyes!"  I told him how neat that was and that he should keep that onion resting on his nose a little longer!  It was seconds later he was hollering, "my eyes are burning...my eyes are burning!"  With my back to him, all he could see is my shoulders shaking!  One day they will get smarter right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-722084127935802739?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/722084127935802739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=722084127935802739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/722084127935802739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/722084127935802739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-was-cooking-dinner-and-mason-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-8928176619406493988</id><published>2011-03-31T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T07:07:27.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were sitting at the table getting ready to eat dinner!  It was a rare occasion to have David with us!  The kids were fighting over who got to sit by dad!  Dexter and Toby won, and I'm sure there wasn't crying or biting involved!  Dexter even went as far as to CALL to pour dad's soda in his cup of ice.  David distracted by all the commotion opened his can and poured his soda in.  Dexter screamed, "HEY I WAS GOING TO DO THAT DAD!" David said, "Sorry Dexter..."  Dexter looked down at his plate and whispered, "dumb dad."  David and I both started to laugh quietly, then David reached over and gave an empty can to Dexter and said, "I think there is some more in there to put in my cup."  Dexter got excited and started shaking the empty can vigorously in David's cup.  Not a single drop came out and Dexter said, "Hey its all gone....your still dumb dad!"  And then Dinner started!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-8928176619406493988?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8928176619406493988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=8928176619406493988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8928176619406493988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8928176619406493988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-were-sitting-at-table-getting-ready.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1621613018723568246.post-8445634409113916366</id><published>2011-03-31T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T07:00:04.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it begins...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at McDonald's letting my children run around and get some energy out when a mom from Dexter's School walked in.  She is a larger woman with the bust to match.  She bent over and with her shirt hanging down and her girls hanging out started a conversation with me.  I can push past what is in my face and visit.  Mason walked up to ask me a question but stopped in mid sentence.  It was then that I  notice his eyes fixed on a loose hanging shirt and what wasn't being covered up.  "MASON!" I said in a sorta abrupt way!  He jumped about 2 feet off the ground.  I giggled a little bit inside!  Later after we left we had a long talk about modesty and how we need to respect girls even if they clothes are falling off and look away.  I told David and of course his comment was, "That a boy!"  I am surrounded by pigs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-8445634409113916366?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8445634409113916366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=8445634409113916366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8445634409113916366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8445634409113916366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-it-begins.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-4195316815253640912</id><published>2011-03-31T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T06:54:01.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The other day David was at work and he got asked by another Dr. how he was going to pay for 6 kids' college?  He just laughed and said, "College?  How about a lifetime supply of helmets, that is what I'm really going to need!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-4195316815253640912?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4195316815253640912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=4195316815253640912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4195316815253640912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4195316815253640912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/03/other-day-david-was-at-work-and-he-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-2152039475006737871</id><published>2011-03-31T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T06:51:38.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When my mom was in town for the week she brought a huge suitcase of dinosaurs!  One day when all the kids were out of the house she went around to the back yard and hit them throughout the yard!  The kids came home, but she wasn't home yet!  They kept bringing in the dinosaurs to David and he had not a clue where they were getting them!  When my mom got home the kids burst into "Grandma we have dinosaurs all over in our back yard!"  My mom said, "oh my who do you think could have put them there?"  Tia said, "It was probably the Easter Bunny!"  My mom just laughed and admitted it was her!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been over a week and the kids are still bringing in dinosaurs!  Tia said, "Grandma is so magical that she could hide all those Dinosaurs!"  Sure miss you Grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-2152039475006737871?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2152039475006737871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=2152039475006737871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2152039475006737871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2152039475006737871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-my-mom-was-in-town-for-week-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1621613018723568246.post-7007810147773994529</id><published>2011-03-31T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T06:45:30.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joey got mad at David and started to pout!  David egged him on of course and Joey walked by and said, "you a bully dad."  David could not help himself and kept going!  Joey walked over and said, "You make me crowning!"  With a WHAT look David said, "What is crowning?" "Its like this..." and he put his two fingers in the corners of his mouth and pulls his lips down.  David and I just started laughing so hard, "You mean frowning?  Or crying and frowning at the same time!"  Joey stood his ground and insisted it was crowning! Oh he is a stubborn one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-7007810147773994529?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7007810147773994529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=7007810147773994529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7007810147773994529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7007810147773994529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/03/joey-got-mad-at-david-and-started-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-6621094915091418208</id><published>2011-03-12T16:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T05:59:25.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been pretty hard on the kids with potty words lately...you know, like, butt, fart, stupid, the really harsh ones...oh and lying!  I started out with vinegar, but Toby started a real liking to it, so I  moved onto a dab of hot sauce, until they started loving that and I am currently on soap. The other night Mac said a potty word and I said, "Oh lets wash those potty words out with some soap!"  He started to whine a bit!  I put some soap on my finger and started to sing a little song, "wash those potty words out....washa washa wash those potty words out!"  It's a catchy tune I admit!   Mac stepped a couple steps away and smacked his lips and said, "Hummm, its not that bad!"  Not exactly the reaction I was expecting, but the night continued.  It was a couple hours later and Dexter had told a lie!  I told him to come get some soap!  I put a little dab on my finger tip and started singing my song!  Dexter smiled and said, "YUMMMY that taste like candy canes!"  I got some candy cane soap from my VT partner for Christmas!  Guess it is time for a new kind soap!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that week I switched to the Orange AJAX...Same reaction from the kids!  "Taste good, not that bad, Yum, taste good like orange!"  I remember getting soap for saying potty words when I was little and it was NOT good!  Guess they make everything better these days!    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-6621094915091418208?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6621094915091418208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=6621094915091418208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6621094915091418208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6621094915091418208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-been-pretty-hard-on-kids-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-2049477617151591682</id><published>2011-03-12T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T16:52:47.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were headed out the door to run errands and our first was to drop Dexter off at Preschool.  I commented on them and how good they were at listening to me so we wouldn't be late.  Toby said, "since we were good can we have some gum?"  I'm not sure they were THAT good, but I gave them all a piece.  I then put the remainder of the pack on the entry table in plain site.  I did this on purpose to see if Dexter has grown any from stealing treats and stashing them for later!  The day went on into the evening and I noticed that the pack of gum had disappeared.  I asked Dexter where the pack of gum was.  HE told me over and over, "I didn't take it mom."  I told him over and over, "I'm pretty sure you did Dexter!"  I told Tia to go check under his pillow which he followed right behind her.  She came up with some wrappers...but not the same gum wrappers that that certain kind of gum came from!  "Dexter I know you took it...just hand it over and you will be in less trouble!"  With no response I motioned to David and said, "Lets go find us some gum!"  We lifted his bed, his sheets, his pillow.  Stripped his pillowcase and his backpack clean and NO GUM!  I knew he took it...I just knew it, but I had no proof...UNTIL I asked David to lift up Mason's bed.  Of course Dexter was in the middle of everything and I could hardly get around him at times.  David went to pick up the bed and in the corner was a crumbled pack of empty gum.  But, there was no gum inside.  I counted how many pieces were gone, a total of 8.  "looks like you get 8 spoonfuls of vinegar for lying and stealing my gum.  He had a sorta look of panic in his eyes.  Then he opened up his hands and there were 6 sweaty pieces of gum.  Some how in between Tia coming back up with wrappers he got the gum out of its pop-package and hid them in between Mason's bed and box spring.  Then when David lifted the bed up, he snagged them from his hiding place!  I just looked at him and all the trouble he went to to hide his gum and the evidence and said, "well, you are still missing 2 pieces of gum...so that is 2 spoonfuls of vinegar!"  The tears just started coming down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-2049477617151591682?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2049477617151591682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=2049477617151591682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2049477617151591682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2049477617151591682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-were-headed-out-door-to-run-errands.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-7790605882853100463</id><published>2011-03-12T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T16:37:34.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After many "I'm starvings" from my children I got up and started making a mean pot of Mac n cheese with little sausages!  Mac has been sick and was playing playdough while the others were outside riding bikes.  They trickled in one by one...with complaints of starving but were soon distracted with the playdough!  I found myself looking for requested toys and unclogging ones from the last time they played playdough.  Dexter came up with a "soaker" toy that needed to be unclogged and I said, "Dexter, do you want me to fix toys or fix dinner?"  He gave me a duh look and said, "fix the toys mom!"  He was my main starver!  I guess instead of sending food to China we should just send playdough...that should cure world hunger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-7790605882853100463?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7790605882853100463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=7790605882853100463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7790605882853100463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7790605882853100463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/03/after-many-im-starvings-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-7864636486293860028</id><published>2011-03-10T09:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T09:23:37.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was sweeping up Tia's room and Mason commented on what a good job I was doing.  Tia piped in and said, "that is because she is AAAAMMMMAAAZZZZZIIIINNNNGGGG!"    Mason then replied with, "That is CORRECT Tia mom IS AAAAMMMAAAZZZZIIIINNNGGG!"    I am pretty sure they got the sarcastic AAAAAMMMMMAAAAZZZZIIIINNNNGGGGG from me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-7864636486293860028?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7864636486293860028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=7864636486293860028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7864636486293860028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7864636486293860028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-was-sweeping-up-tias-room-and-mason.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-7547702157871318334</id><published>2011-03-10T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T09:19:51.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a special day and the kids all earned a bubble bath with the JETS!  I started the water for the little boys and told them when it got fuller we would turn on the jets.  A couple minutes passed and I heard the motors running and Dexter yelling in between giggles..."FIRE IN THE HOLE...FIRE IN THE HOLE!"  I ran in to the jets pointed straight up and spraying water everywhere!  Good thing the glass doors were closed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-7547702157871318334?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7547702157871318334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=7547702157871318334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7547702157871318334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7547702157871318334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-was-special-day-and-kids-all-earned.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-4762599864971953736</id><published>2011-03-10T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T09:16:54.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joey was sitting by me drawing a picture.  His picture consisted of Me and Him and a PB&amp;amp;J sandwich.  He was explaining to me how he got into the jelly and made a mess and I got mad at him and tried to spank his bottom and he "runned away!"  We were both having a laugh at it and I told him to draw another picture.  He put his pencil up to his chin and started tapping it with a "ummmm."   He pointed to David and said, "X"  I busted up laughing and said, "did you really just X dad?"  He thought he was hilarious and had some reasoning as to why he was NOT going to draw his dad in his picture!  I may have been trying to spank his bottom in his picture for making a mess...but at least I got in the picture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-4762599864971953736?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4762599864971953736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=4762599864971953736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4762599864971953736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4762599864971953736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/03/joey-was-sitting-by-me-drawing-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-4106300500669161168</id><published>2011-02-26T07:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T07:11:15.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joey walked up to me and said, "I'm obnoxious mom I'm obnoxious!"  I said, "yes you are very obnoxious!"  Which he totally has been these last few weeks!  He has been in my face being silly and border line annoying!  I thought obnoxious was most fitting word for him and apparently I have been telling him that alot lately! Enough for him to tell his teacher at school!  Oooops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-4106300500669161168?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4106300500669161168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=4106300500669161168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4106300500669161168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4106300500669161168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/02/joey-walked-up-to-me-and-said-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-8874370549447290510</id><published>2011-02-26T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T07:08:00.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gum has been a HUGE no no in our home!  I have found more wrappers under beds and pillow and more gum stuck on sheets and hair in the last few months than ever before!  I cracked down and everybody is grounded from GUM!  Well, the other day Joey was sitting on my lap and I was combing his hair with my fingers.   I came across some gum in his hair.  I said, "Joey did you sneak into the gum?"  "NO I DIDN'T"  I pulled a little on the gum that was in his hair and said, "Um, you got it in your hair." He replied with a very disgusted "NO, it just grewed there genius!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-8874370549447290510?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8874370549447290510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=8874370549447290510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8874370549447290510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8874370549447290510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/02/gum-has-been-huge-no-no-in-our-home-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-8109330707716339094</id><published>2011-02-26T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T07:02:51.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a super busy day with maybe 2 minutes to spare in between a day FULL of errands!  I sent the kids out and told them to get in the car..."DO NOT PLAY IN THE SNOW...DO NOT WALK IN THE SNOW...DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT TOUCHING THE SNOW...JUST GET IN THE CAR AND GET YOUR BUCKLES ON!"  I ran up to grab my purse and walk out to 6 little kids playing in the snow!  "I told you little *&amp;amp;$#'s to get in the car."  I am pretty sure this is the very first time my kids have heard me swear at them.  I am not proud of my actions the day but a little relieved when Dexter said, "No mom you're a shiP head!"  BREATH...I think I got out of that one!  It was dinner and the kids told David, "mom called us a ship head today."  I just kinda looked at David, smiled and said they deserved it!  The kids started laughing and repeating ship head...ship head!  David said, "how about we say BOAT heads that's more funny!"  So if you hear them call you a BOAT head...that is not what they mean at all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-8109330707716339094?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8109330707716339094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=8109330707716339094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8109330707716339094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8109330707716339094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-had-super-busy-day-with-maybe-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-6929837597177551311</id><published>2011-02-26T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T06:54:31.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Toby is very much into pretending!  One day he was WOODY from toy story.  He wore his cowboy hat and boots all day and repeated some of the lines in Toy Story!  If I addressed him as TOBY, he would say, "no I'm Woody."  Towards the end of the day, he would completely ignore me until I called him Woody!  The next day he was back to being a baby gorilla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-6929837597177551311?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6929837597177551311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=6929837597177551311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6929837597177551311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6929837597177551311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/02/toby-is-very-much-into-pretending-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-8011321606616649997</id><published>2011-02-26T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T06:51:38.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was dropping the kids off to school and Mac yelled out the window, "bye doofuss face!" to the kids as they were walking up to school!  I am sure all the parents appreciate my kids commentary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-8011321606616649997?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8011321606616649997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=8011321606616649997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8011321606616649997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8011321606616649997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-was-dropping-kids-off-to-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-6956867014123067976</id><published>2011-02-26T06:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T06:49:47.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really starting to see myself in my kids' personalities!  Some good...and some not so good!  Toby was getting his buckle on and talking to himself.  He was getting frustrated and said, "what the hell, this buckle isn't coming on."  I was laughing under my breath but managed to muster out that he shouldn't say that and its kind of a mom word!  Dexter piped up and said, "ya, what the hell is a mom aaaaand a DAD word!"  So glad I am not getting all the blame on that one!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-6956867014123067976?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6956867014123067976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=6956867014123067976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6956867014123067976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6956867014123067976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-really-starting-to-see-myself-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-8378222546282287607</id><published>2011-02-26T06:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T06:45:20.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dexter somehow learned air quotes! You know how when you are being sarcastic and you put up your two fingers to quote something!  The first time we were walking the Mall as Washington DC.  They kids were tired and Dexter said, "When are we going to the 'airquote....HOTEL...endairquote' mom"  His fingers bend at the bottom joint, so it looked super funny!  David and I both laughed and I said, "did he seriously just air quote us?"  He's a funny kid!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There has been some serious issues with sneaking and eating after I put the kids to bed! I thought that I had it under control until  I found a few unwrapped pop-tarts under his pillow that night as I was putting him to bed.  "Seriously Dexter...you have got to stop getting into the food.  It is dangerous to be eat while you lay down.  You know, I have had it, you are grounded from watching crocodiles for the rest of the week."  He said, "that's okay mom cause Crocodiles are 'airquote....LAME...endairquote!"  He got the word LAME from his dad and how do I not laugh at that?  Watching Crocodiles is like Christmas morning to that kid! So even though I got the airquotes and lame...I knew it was a great punishment...if only I could have remembered it through the week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-8378222546282287607?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8378222546282287607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=8378222546282287607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8378222546282287607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8378222546282287607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/02/dexter-somehow-learned-air-quotes-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-4174831507671615999</id><published>2011-02-26T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T06:35:14.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was getting ready for a night out with my friend Jen!  Tia came up to my bathroom whimpering about her hurt arm that she had fallen on.  Our conversation continued about why I was getting ready, where I was going, and when I was going to be home!  I told her that I would be home in the morning.  She looked a little lost in thought and then she asked "well who is going to do my hair in the morning?"  I told her that I was getting home late that night while she was sleeping, but I would be here in the morning when she woke up.  She still just looked sad.  I was thinking that she really loves me and she is sad that I was leaving so I  asked her, "Are you so sad that mom is leaving for the evening?"  She replied with "No, my arm just really hurts!"  Ugh...I thought I would be missed!  Guess I was wrong! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-4174831507671615999?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4174831507671615999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=4174831507671615999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4174831507671615999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4174831507671615999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-was-getting-ready-for-night-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-8344228415592881576</id><published>2011-02-26T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T06:28:13.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were in the car driving and David rolled Toby's window up.  Toby started screaming "baje...baje...baje"  David started laughing and said, that is roll down in Spanish!  I guess he wanted him to roll down his window...and apparently Diego has been on a little too much at the Bryce home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-8344228415592881576?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8344228415592881576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=8344228415592881576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8344228415592881576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8344228415592881576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-were-in-car-driving-and-david-rolled.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-5848946307249504221</id><published>2011-02-26T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T06:19:41.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally have a child that will go away if I ignore them for a few questions!  My kids have always REPEATED themselves a million times when they haven't gotten a response or even if they have...they still repeat themselves!  Dexter just walked up and asked for a cookie, I was in the middle of emailing somebody and had to finish typing my thoughts so I ignored him...He asked three times and with no answer said, "FINE I'M done!"  And then he walked out!  It might have been the most beautiful moment of my day so far!  Maybe he is finally getting it, or maybe he is getting himself a cooking knowing that I am preoccupied with something else and he had time to sneak and eat! I will go with the second choice!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-5848946307249504221?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5848946307249504221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=5848946307249504221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/5848946307249504221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/5848946307249504221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-finally-have-child-that-will-go-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-7761568653586182845</id><published>2010-12-14T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T06:06:08.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am not the funnest mom when it comes to breaking out the crayons and markers.  If fact with the latest art work that has been displayed on my walls, doors, car (outside and inside) counters and carpet might have led to a little tantrum that I threw and tossed ALL coloring devices in the garbage and wrote notes to all their teachers that "due to extreme circumstances in the Bryce home my kids  will NOT be able to turn in complete homework if it calls for coloring."  And it wasn't just Toby that colored on my walls, doors, carpet, car (inside and out) counters and carpet...it was Mason, Tia, Joey, Dexter, and Mac.  Some were just little lines to see if it wrote on a counter, and some were names in Pen!  Those were my favorite because when it said D E X X X E T E E R R D X X, I automatically assumed it was DEXTER!  I loved confronting him with this and his face while he tried to Lie and say, "It wasn't me mom!"  Which it totally was and finally after I said, "YOU SPELLED YOUR NAME...I KNOW IT WAS YOU!"  I got an "OKAY IT WAS!" UGH!  Well, slowly but surely the crayons and pencils got repurchased. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mac has been my little artists lately and loves to color.  He often asks, "Hey mom can I color you something beautiful?"  How can I say no to "something beautiful?"   Well, the other day I commented on his work, "MAC that is something beautiful, who is that person?"  He scowled at me and said, "its not a person, its a SUN with some Ting in it!"  Well in my defense it was a circle with two circles in it (head with two eyes) and long lines coming out from the side and the bottom (arms and legs) and short lines on top (hair)  BUT what do I know? I'm just the mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-7761568653586182845?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7761568653586182845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=7761568653586182845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7761568653586182845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7761568653586182845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-not-funnest-mom-when-it-comes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1621613018723568246.post-6677592002147061500</id><published>2010-12-13T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T19:12:19.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not exactly sure what planet Joey is from somedays!  If I ask him to do anything he says, "Yes YOUR MAJESTY!"  Then if I get after him he always replies with "OKAY YOUR HIGHNESS!"  Really it makes me laugh every time!  It has been going on for several months.  I have no idea where he got it from...but it has really gotten him out of trouble lately...only because can't not laugh!  Funny kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-6677592002147061500?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6677592002147061500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=6677592002147061500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6677592002147061500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6677592002147061500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-not-exactly-sure-what-planet-joey-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-5638767464206754833</id><published>2010-12-13T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T19:06:58.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was way past bedtime.  All the kids were in bed or so I thought!  I popped some popcorn and couldn't wait to settle down and watch a little TV.  David walked in with my half empty bag of popcorn and said, "Toby had this in his bed."  I totally didn't even hear him get into the kitchen.  David then goes on to tell me how he was walking downstairs to get some ice as Dexter was crawling up the steps of his bedroom.  Dexter almost jumped out of his skin when David said, "Dexter what are you doing?"  Dexter looked back and forth trying to come up with something and finally said, "dad, Toby has the bag of popcorn!"  I guess there were two little boys up in the kitchen sneaking goodies.  I wonder if I turned my ears off, or if they have gotten so good at sneaking around at night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-5638767464206754833?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5638767464206754833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=5638767464206754833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/5638767464206754833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/5638767464206754833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-was-way-past-bedtime.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-7330055857428417254</id><published>2010-12-13T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T19:00:52.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I have been telling the kids they are bugging the crap out of me alot lately.  I know I am a terrible mother but I didn't really know this until I was digging around in the fridge and Dexter kept asking me a question over and over and over again.  I let a big sigh out and he said, "am I bugging the crap out of you?"  I almost started to laugh and said, "YES!"  He let out this big laugh and said, "no you're bugging the crap out of me!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-7330055857428417254?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7330055857428417254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=7330055857428417254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7330055857428417254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7330055857428417254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-guess-i-have-been-telling-kids-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-2235298039357661566</id><published>2010-12-13T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:57:12.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dexter when out with David for a little ice-cream and a visit to Dad's work.  They were walking down the halls of the hospital and passed a Gurney.  Dexter who only has one volume and its LOUD said, "HEY DAD ARE THOSE FOR THE DEAD PEOPLE?"  David just laughed and said lets hope not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-2235298039357661566?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2235298039357661566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=2235298039357661566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2235298039357661566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2235298039357661566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/12/dexter-when-out-with-david-for-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-2168243276266942837</id><published>2010-12-13T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:55:11.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every morning it is free reign on hairdos for the boys...almost!  Joey usually comes in with a little comb over, Mac loves to slick his straight up and Mason loves to do "ho-mocks" Or what normal people would call Mo-hawks!  I have corrected him a million times, but he still says ho-mock!  Just as soon as the "ho-mock" gets long...his hair gets cut!  Call me old fashion but I'm not really a &lt;div&gt;"ho-mock" fan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-2168243276266942837?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2168243276266942837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=2168243276266942837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2168243276266942837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2168243276266942837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/12/every-morning-it-is-free-reign-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-6452018990022725250</id><published>2010-12-13T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:49:29.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mason and David went to run some errands.  David let him pick out a Kit Kat bar as a treat!  He ate two, gave one to David and was saving one for "his mom."  David told him how sweet it was that he was saving one for mom, but it was melting and he should go ahead and eat it.  I'm sure he didn't hesitate to much.  He got home and told me he had a "kitkacks, but Dad told me I could eat yours!" I got the full story from David...what a sweet little boy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-6452018990022725250?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6452018990022725250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=6452018990022725250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6452018990022725250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6452018990022725250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/12/mason-and-david-went-to-run-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-6535885360917878788</id><published>2010-12-13T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:45:40.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is no secret that I try to be thrifty!  My favorite store is the goodwil.  I often find my kids new jeans with tags still on them for $2.50...and I also buy all their shoes there!  I don't dare buy new shoes that they will grow out of the next month!  I bought Joey and Dexter a nice pair of sneakers.  Joey's were in a little more mint condition than Dexter's, but Dexter's were "super fast running shoes."  Dexter is really hard on shoes and Joey, a little lighter.  Dexter's shoes started to show some hard wear and tear!  I started noticing Dexter switching shoes with Joey.  Finally I said, "Dexter go get your own shoes on and give Joey's back to him."  Dexter's feet were a little bit bigger than the shoe, but somehow he managed to squeeze all 9 toes in...ha ha, just kidding he has 10!   He argued that Joey let him have his shoes...I argued that they didn't fit him...he argued that his shoes were too old...and I played it off that they were is super fast running shoes!   My poor little Dexter was ashamed of his shoes!  I don't want my kids to be spoiled brats, but I don't want them to be so embarrassed of their shoes that they squeeze into a smaller pair just to avoid wearing old shoes!  A couple of trips later I landed a 13.5 size shoe...with Velcro straps...and pretty new.  I called David and told him to tell Dexter I had a super big surprise for him when I got home.  Dexter got so excited and said, "Maybe my mom is buying a hot wheels car, or a remote control monster truck, or a motorcycle for me!"  David thought he was going to be so disappointed with shoes!  BUT, I opened the bag and got them out and with eyes wide open he said, "MOM THOSE ARE FOR ME????   YIPPEE!!"  It was cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-6535885360917878788?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6535885360917878788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=6535885360917878788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6535885360917878788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6535885360917878788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/12/there-is-no-secret-that-i-try-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-5687416021296581087</id><published>2010-12-09T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:14:26.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was helping all the kids with their homework.  I have to admit there is a little yelling involved.  But it is usually directed at Toby for CUTTING Joey's homework, or COLORING all over Tia's...the list goes on.  Well tonight he was MIA (I'm sure I'll find his handy work later tonight) and it was quiet.  I was going through numbers with Dexter and Mason said, "wow mom you are really good at kindergarten!"  I'm going to have to say...IT'S TRUE...I AM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-5687416021296581087?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5687416021296581087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=5687416021296581087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/5687416021296581087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/5687416021296581087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-was-helping-all-kids-with-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-4762182713079433830</id><published>2010-12-06T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T05:50:17.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was babysitting my friends kids the other day.  I think it was the first time they had been to my house.  It was cold outside so all 9 kids were playing inside.  The oldest is Mason's age.  He was peeking out the window in awe of the Tree House.   Mason was so funny saying, "my dad built it...its so fun!"  His friend kept repeating, "I just don't know if I can go up there."  Mason gave him a confused look and said, "Why are you allergic or something?"  You never know...he could be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-4762182713079433830?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4762182713079433830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=4762182713079433830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4762182713079433830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4762182713079433830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-was-babysitting-my-friends-kids-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-8090441287166335086</id><published>2010-12-05T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T10:21:39.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I asked Dexter and Mason to change the laundry around...this consists of them emptying the dry ones and putting them on the couch and then putting the wet ones in the dryer and starting it!  Mason came in to inform me that Dexter was climbing in the dryer.  He heard my voice as I was about to enter and he hid himself inside the dryer.  As fast as I could I closed the dryer door and pushed the start button!  Now, you may think I'm a terrible mom...I sorta am, but I didn't let the dryer even do a full Spin...not even sure if it made a half spin.  Dexter was screaming...as I was laughing!  I pushed the button again, just to make sure my point got across!  I opened the door and he flew out, still screaming.   As he was running past me I told him if he ever played in my clean clothes again, I wasn't going to be so nice and let him out so soon!  He might be so traumatized of this experience to ever help me change the laundry around again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-8090441287166335086?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8090441287166335086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=8090441287166335086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8090441287166335086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8090441287166335086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-asked-dexter-and-mason-to-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1621613018723568246.post-3323117334854873885</id><published>2010-12-03T11:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T12:04:02.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mac came running in telling me that Dexter hit him.  I yelled for Dexter to come here "this instant!"   Dexter saunters in and I told him to sit on the white couch for time out.  He rolled his eyes and softly said, "whatever...."  "WHAT DID YOU SAY?"  "uhhh nothing..."  "YES YOU DID...what did you say?"  "Uhhh, I think I forgot."  "You better watch your mouth mister!"  He just raised his eyebrows and tried really hard not to let a smile leak!   I think I might be losing control of this one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-3323117334854873885?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3323117334854873885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=3323117334854873885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/3323117334854873885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/3323117334854873885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/12/mac-came-running-in-telling-me-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-3711388611526528827</id><published>2010-12-03T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T11:43:17.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were on our way to a little pampered chef party!  I was told to come even if I had my kids!  So, I brought the 5 that were home.  It was lunch time and I told the kids they were going to have bagel bites there for lunch.  Tia somewhat disappointed said, "they are gonna take  bites out of our bagels?" I thought how sad it is that I have deprived them of bagel bites...thinking they were mini bagels with cream cheese.  Then we got there and bagel bites are actually mini pizzas on bagels.  I guess we are ALL deprived here at the Bryce home! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-3711388611526528827?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3711388611526528827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=3711388611526528827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/3711388611526528827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/3711388611526528827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-were-on-our-way-to-little-pampered.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-7547590752717693575</id><published>2010-12-03T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T15:11:50.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I was sitting at my computer when a rubber ball came flying past my face and hit the screen.  I calmly grab the scissors which happened to be within hands reach and popped it!   "I said no throwing balls in the house." I toss the slowly deflating ball over my shoulder and Dexter said, "That was cool, you just popped it mom."  Not exactly the response that I was expecting to get!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-7547590752717693575?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7547590752717693575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=7547590752717693575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7547590752717693575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7547590752717693575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/12/as-i-was-sitting-at-my-computer-rubber.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-3561942379560891694</id><published>2010-11-29T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:06:47.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This last week David has been burning off our home videos and we have been enjoying watching these together at night before bed!  But our newest favorite show is  re-runs of  &lt;i&gt;The Crocodile Hunter&lt;/i&gt;!  It really is a fun show to watch with kids!  I had Toby curled up on my lap and Mac by my side and we were watching an episode of all sorts of BABY ANIMALS!  There was this baby gorilla that a woman was rocking and feeding with a bottle!  I squeezed Toby and said, "look Toby that was you when you were a baby!"  He watched intently and let a little smile sneak out here and there.  When the baby gorilla was done with his bottle he had milk all over his face.  Toby looked up at me and said, "I'n silly with da milk on my face, I make a big mess huh mom!"  He really thought he was a baby gorilla!  I kept hearing this other voice say, "is that me...hey mom is that me when I was a baby!"  It was Mac and I didn't know what he was talking about!  Then it hit me...and there was a baby orangatang swinging from the trees.  I said, "Yes, Mac there you are when you were a baby swinging from those trees!"  He was satisfied with that!   The rest of the week they kept asking to watch them when they were babies!  Toby would say, "remember mom when I was a baby gorilla and I got milk all over my face.....dat funny, huh mom!"   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it died down...but today we went to the Philadelphia Zoo and there at the Gorillas Toby was pointing and saying, "There is a Toby Gorilla mom...look its a Toby Gorilla like me!  I am pretty sure he thinks he was a gorilla when he was a baby!  I wonder where he got that from! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-3561942379560891694?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3561942379560891694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=3561942379560891694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/3561942379560891694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/3561942379560891694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-last-week-david-has-been-burning.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1621613018723568246.post-3537297066302774964</id><published>2010-11-29T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:51:20.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dexter lost his first tooth and he was so excited!  I asked him how much he thought he was going to get from the tooth fairy.  With his eyes so big he squealed, "7 bucks!"  Thank goodness he has no concept of money...cause he might be lucky to get 1 buck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-3537297066302774964?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3537297066302774964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=3537297066302774964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/3537297066302774964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/3537297066302774964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/11/dexter-lost-his-first-tooth-and-he-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1621613018723568246.post-2151891666429859419</id><published>2010-11-29T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:05:46.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was putting some things away and Toby kept begging me for some cookies!  I  told him time and time again..."NO"  He whimpered and whined a bit and said, "PLEASE MOM, I BE YOUR BEST BUDDY!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-2151891666429859419?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2151891666429859419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=2151891666429859419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2151891666429859419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2151891666429859419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-was-putting-some-things-away-and-toby.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-60362286237137204</id><published>2010-11-29T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:04:10.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Toby walked in and asked, "what are you doing mom?"  "I am making you some yummy lunch!"  He got so excited and said, "you da best mom...high five!"  He swings his hand out and waits for my 'high five'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-60362286237137204?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/60362286237137204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=60362286237137204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/60362286237137204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/60362286237137204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/11/toby-walked-in-and-asked-what-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-8588210299525181431</id><published>2010-11-29T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:01:23.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joey came running in crying saying, "Mac hit me, mom, Mac hit me!"  Mac wasn't too far behind him saying, "Joey I'n sorry, you can hit me back...here Joey hit me back!"  Joey takes a ferocious swing (for Joey)  and Mac starts to giggle and said, "that tickles Joey that tickles!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-8588210299525181431?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8588210299525181431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=8588210299525181431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8588210299525181431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8588210299525181431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/11/joey-came-running-in-crying-saying-mac.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-6897716681765423642</id><published>2010-11-29T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:58:18.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will type this since I know my kids don't read these stories yet...oh the counseling that they will need when they do!   We decided on bike for the kids for Christmas.  I had a friend move that gave me a couple of old bikes!  I was going to dress them up with a little spray paint and call it good, but then I was too slow at putting them into hiding and the kids saw them in the back of the car!  I knew I couldn't give them as Christmas gifts now and told the kids they could get them out and ride them!  I have to admit they were a little used and possible a little rusty!  But they go through them so fast...it didn't bother me!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David was out with the kids riding bikes and asked Dexter where he got his new bike.  He had one hand on the front bars, leans back, takes a good look up and down the bike, takes a deep breath in and a little ashamed said, "I think my mom got it at the Junkyard."  Tia came riding by at the time and said, "ya it looks like mom got it at the junkyard!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so glad we didn't hold those back from Santa, they might have been a little disappointed on Christmas Morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple days later we were on our way to a NJ beach!  We passed a yard sale that had these super rad snow sleds.  David pulled around and distracted the kids while I purchased, bagged and put them in the car.  David was telling the kids to close their eyes because we were somewhere special!  Tia smirked and said,  "Dad I know where we are at....we're at the JUNKYARD!  Funny kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-6897716681765423642?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6897716681765423642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=6897716681765423642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6897716681765423642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6897716681765423642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-will-type-this-since-i-know-my-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-6500895807786269622</id><published>2010-11-29T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:44:53.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Toby waltz in as I was making PB&amp;amp;J.  I sarcastically greeted him with, "there's my ugly baby!"  He scoffed at me and said, "I'n not an ugee baby, I'n a sweet ANGEL!"  I just started laughing!   He has been very rotten lately and by the time David gets home and has had the earful on the phone he greets Toby with, "Well hello there my sweet angel!"  I think Toby really thinks he is a sweet angel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-6500895807786269622?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6500895807786269622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=6500895807786269622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6500895807786269622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6500895807786269622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/11/toby-waltz-in-as-i-was-making-pb-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-7690468518081855839</id><published>2010-11-29T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:40:17.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Toby has a new Guitar sweater that he loves!  He says the word Guitar just fine or so I thought!  I heard Mac telling him that he was saying it wrong, "No Toby, it goes like kkkkk GUITAR!"  Toby was a little reluctant to his teacher and said, "No Mac, it goes like bbbbb GUITAR!" They argued back and forth for several minutes!  Both finally gave up and moved onto whatever 'mater truck' was passing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-7690468518081855839?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7690468518081855839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=7690468518081855839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7690468518081855839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7690468518081855839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/11/toby-has-new-guitar-sweater-that-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-2873515866651356403</id><published>2010-11-29T13:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:35:12.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was making grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner one night and Toby walked in and said, "mom I'n so hungie!"  "Awesome Toby, cause I'm making some GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICHES."  He sat down and started to sob, "I want BOY CHEESE, not GIRL CHEESE!"  He was so 'hungie' that he couldn't even think or HEAR straight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-2873515866651356403?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2873515866651356403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=2873515866651356403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2873515866651356403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2873515866651356403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-was-making-grilled-cheese-sandwiches.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-6767925138758777915</id><published>2010-11-29T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:30:38.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were at the zoo and ready to go into a small room to see an animal.   The zoo lady was there asking people to make sure they don't take their picture because the light hurts their eyes.  (Can't remember what animal this was)  The kids pointed to the picture and asked, "why does it have long fingers?"  She told them that it was so they could reach into logs and get bugs to eat.  I said, "ooooh, yummy bugs, you guys like to eat bugs don't you?"  Mason (my loudest at the time) said, "I like to eat bugs...and leaves and grass too, its so yummy."  The zoo lady just kinda looked at him...then me!  I turned to the side, shrugged my shoulders and said, "he's adopted!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-6767925138758777915?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6767925138758777915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=6767925138758777915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6767925138758777915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6767925138758777915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-were-at-zoo-and-ready-to-go-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-364993054412959809</id><published>2010-10-16T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T19:15:02.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dexter was eating one of those dinner mints when he said, "hey mom, this taste like Chalk."  "When did you eat chalk?"  "The other day I ate some because I was super hungry."  Poor starving child that has to eat chalk to keep himself alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-364993054412959809?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/364993054412959809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=364993054412959809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/364993054412959809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/364993054412959809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/10/dexter-was-eating-one-of-those-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-1011592100143133991</id><published>2010-10-16T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T19:12:55.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tia had a birthday party at Chick-fil-A.  We were all in the car ready to when she said, "Guys we are going to my friends birthday party at chickalay, you know where the cow is?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-1011592100143133991?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1011592100143133991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=1011592100143133991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/1011592100143133991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/1011592100143133991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/10/tia-had-birthday-party-at-chick-fil.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-6418742465824431371</id><published>2010-10-16T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T19:16:19.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was wearing a looser shirt and bent over to grab something.  Toby was right in front of me and in a very quiet giggly voice said, "I see yo boobies mom!" "No you don't!" as I push my shirt back up.  He just sat there for a second and with the biggest smile said, "I like boobies...."  and started laughing so hard.  I can't wait until he is 16 years old and reads this...he will be mortified! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-6418742465824431371?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6418742465824431371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=6418742465824431371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6418742465824431371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/6418742465824431371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-was-wearing-looser-shirt-and-bend.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-228300538964318165</id><published>2010-10-07T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T05:20:01.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bedtime goes either one way or the other!  Well this particular night was the OTHER!  I put kids down and soon one by one they needed to use the bathroom again.  About 30 minutes passed and Mac said, "mom I need to get some more drip drops out."  "FINE GO TO THE BATHROOM AND GET BACK IN BED AND I'M GOING TO SPANK YOUR BOTTOM WHEN I GET UP!"  I was sitting in my chair in my room at the time!  About 30 minutes later I hear, "I'm waiting..."  "WHAT MAC?"  "I'm waiting for you to come and spank my bottom."  David and I just started laughing and he said, "what is wrong with that kid?"  Apparently my kids are used to me following through and obviously my spank need a little sting so they won't remind me to get up and spank them in the middle of my show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-228300538964318165?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/228300538964318165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=228300538964318165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/228300538964318165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/228300538964318165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/10/bedtime-goes-either-one-way-or-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1621613018723568246.post-7900753926141599395</id><published>2010-10-07T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T05:15:00.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were driving back from dropping off the kids at school when I sneezed a few sneezes!  In a wondering voice Dexter said, "mom are you going to die?"  I started laughing and said, "I sure hope not, that would be so sad."  Mac couldn't resist and input and said, "I will not be sad if you die." "yes, you would be so sad, who would cook your food for you?"  "Dad can cook."  "Well who would wash your clothes when they got dirty?" Dexter answered this one with, "Tia can wash our clothes."   I felt like I was losing the battle of "being sad if mom died!"  Mac had one last jab, "dad could be our mom and our dad and I wouldn't be sad!"  I just laughed and said, "I would love to see that happen!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-7900753926141599395?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7900753926141599395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=7900753926141599395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7900753926141599395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7900753926141599395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-were-driving-back-from-dropping-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-1028551220053728993</id><published>2010-10-06T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T14:26:40.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We have this clear container with a lid filled with CANDY that we call "good choice awards."  I take little opportunities to point out when the kids are making good choices and give them a treat!  The other day it was a rough day for Dexter.  All the kids were sitting on the couch and we were talking about all the "good choices" they have been making today!  I came to Dexter and told him that I couldn't think of any good choices that he made that day...ANY!  I asked all the kids if they could think of a "good choice" that they saw Dexter make.  Tia said, "he broke the vacuum."  "Why yes he did...but lets think of a good choice that he made.  Mason piped in, "he broke Dad's flashlight."  "Yes, he did...but help me think of something GOOOOOD that he did."   Joey piped in..."he he he hit me really hard in the back."  "GOOD CHOICES KIDS...WE ARE LOOKING FOR GOOD CHOICES THAT DEXTER MADE!"  Mac said with Toby repeating him, " he colored on his hands and he didn't take a nap."  I was laughing at this point because I honestly couldn't think of ANYTHING good.  Normally I don't go out of my way to find something good to reward, but I felt Dexter needed a little loving attention with all the negative attention he brought upon himself that day.  David asked him to pick up the papers off the floor and put them in the  garbage.  He jumped at the chance and FINALLY made a good choice and got a piece of candy!  Wow, that was painful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-1028551220053728993?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1028551220053728993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=1028551220053728993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/1028551220053728993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/1028551220053728993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-have-this-clear-container-with-lid.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-4686880136561117243</id><published>2010-10-05T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T17:11:10.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were at Walmart flat screen shopping with our kids.  We finally decided on one and I sent for help while David waited with the kids.  The only associate that was in site was 4 feet tall.  He was very pleasant and followed me over to where David was waiting.  David gave me this look of what the heck are you thinking.  I walked a couple steps in front of him and tossed the kids in one cart and tried without too much giggling and pointing from the kids,  managed to get them out of site before all the comments came flowing out!   We rounded the corner Mason said, "Mom hes so tiny he's like this big!"  as he measures up to his shoulder.  Dexter said, "mom...why he soooo short?"  Joey's, "he like a tiny baby mom." Mac, "what happened to his arms?"  I explained how some people are made just a little different but inside we are all the same and we don't need to point or giggle because that might make them sad! Boy oh boy am I so glad I picked up on the look from David to disappear with our kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-4686880136561117243?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4686880136561117243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=4686880136561117243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4686880136561117243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4686880136561117243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-were-at-walmart-flat-screen-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-7963719011210375082</id><published>2010-10-05T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T17:02:22.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took the kids to the park and Joey asked me for a treat.  I told him playing at the park was his treat.  He scoffed at me and said, "but we didn't eat it!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-7963719011210375082?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7963719011210375082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=7963719011210375082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7963719011210375082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7963719011210375082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-took-kids-to-park-and-joey-asked-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-4259768206104032908</id><published>2010-10-05T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T16:51:09.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Toby was picking a scab on my arm and I said "OWWWE!!" He shushed me and said, "be brave mom, be brave!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-4259768206104032908?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4259768206104032908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=4259768206104032908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4259768206104032908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/4259768206104032908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/10/toby-was-picking-scab-on-my-arm-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-2668861194110215259</id><published>2010-10-05T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T16:49:41.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I overheard Mac's intense conversation with my Friend Leanne.  He was telling her that he went to New York City.  Leanne told him that she had been to New York City to.  Mac proceeded to interrogate her.  "Did you go on a big boat?"  "I did."  "Did you go on a train under the ground?"  "I did."  "Did you see the Statue of Liberty?"  "I have seen the Statue of Liberty."  "Did you go to the time square and see the lights."  "I did."  At this point he was a little confused and said, "BUT I DIDN'T SEE YOU THERE!"  Leanne started laughing and said, "it would have been a pretty small world if you saw me there!"  He is a funny kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-2668861194110215259?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2668861194110215259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=2668861194110215259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2668861194110215259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/2668861194110215259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-overheard-macs-intense-conversation.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-7079503827016535172</id><published>2010-10-05T16:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T16:41:21.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our neighbor Hannah that lives across the street was born in China and raised in Malaysia until she was 22.  She is now 65ish and hasn't missed a beat!  She babysits once in a while for us and loves for the kids and I to go on walks with her and her dog Jasmine!  She came over the other day while the kids were outside riding bikes and asked if Tia could go on a walk with her.  Dexter was closest and started to ask if he could go.  I told him no, just Tia was going to go.  He started to whine and asked, "Why does Tia always get to go with Hannah?"  I told him in a voice that Hannah could hear, "Because Hannah is racist and only like Chinese girls!"  Her back was turned from me and I have never seen her shoulders shake so hard with laughter!  It was pretty funny and a little true!  Or maybe she just feels bad that Tia is surrounded by all these boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-7079503827016535172?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7079503827016535172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=7079503827016535172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7079503827016535172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7079503827016535172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-neighbor-hannah-that-lives-across.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-8370954662593955398</id><published>2010-10-05T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T16:40:40.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tia has been so confused these last few weeks...or maybe she doesn't know!  She came in telling me about her "cankachew"  "A WHAT?"  "My cankachew right here in my mouth!"  I'm pretty sure she meant a canker sore, but who knows!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also was telling me how her wrist hurt which was her waist...and then her ankle hurt and it was her shin.  Bless her heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-8370954662593955398?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8370954662593955398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=8370954662593955398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8370954662593955398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8370954662593955398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/10/tia-has-been-so-confused-these-last-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-914692393907803696</id><published>2010-10-05T16:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T16:40:02.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The kids were taping sticks when Tia came in with an empty roll of tape and said, "mom the army tape ran out of batteries!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-914692393907803696?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/914692393907803696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=914692393907803696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/914692393907803696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/914692393907803696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/10/kids-were-taping-sticks-when-tia-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-7763626544075802913</id><published>2010-10-05T16:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T16:39:11.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were sitting down to dinner when out of the blue Dexter announced, "hey mom, I have a girlfriend."  My eyes got big and said, "Oh really, what is her name?"  He got this funny look on his face and said, "I don't know her name, but she has a rainbow shirt on today."  It wasn't until the teasing from his other siblings started that he knew what a mistake it was admitting he liked a girl!  Funny boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-7763626544075802913?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7763626544075802913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=7763626544075802913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7763626544075802913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/7763626544075802913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-were-sitting-down-to-dinner-when-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-8361293358342003086</id><published>2010-10-05T16:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T16:38:17.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joey came in crying, "Dextah hit me...Dextah hit me!"  I called Dexter in the room and started lecturing him.  He interrupted me in mid sentence and said, "mom can I just let him hit me back and call it even."  I have to admit I was a little caught off guard.  Then I started laughing, rolled my eyes and said, "Yes, go ahead Joey, hit Dexter back!"  I am such a good mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-8361293358342003086?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8361293358342003086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=8361293358342003086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8361293358342003086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/8361293358342003086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/10/joey-came-in-crying-dextah-hit-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-5638508195470189464</id><published>2010-09-06T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T18:08:30.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>David was painting some picture frames black when Toby runs by, lifts his shirt up and said, "Hey dad you painting those black like my tummy!" and proceeds to rub his belly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-5638508195470189464?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5638508195470189464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=5638508195470189464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/5638508195470189464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/5638508195470189464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/09/david-was-painting-some-picture-frames.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-5698286417967613366</id><published>2010-09-06T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T11:29:40.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were at the Air Museum in Dayton Ohio, and just as we were about to enter the plane exhibit I stopped at the desk to have a very very very old man explain all the rules to the kids.  Joey gets kinda close and says, "You gonna die and be like Mr. Bones?"  I thought I was going to pee my pants!  The old man didn't understand what he said, so I repeated it and then explained that Mr. Bones is our Skeleton at home.  He had a good laugh and said, "I guess I'll have to add that to my book!"  Sure glad for his sense of humor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-5698286417967613366?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5698286417967613366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=5698286417967613366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/5698286417967613366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/5698286417967613366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-were-at-air-museum-in-dayton-ohio.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</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-1621613018723568246.post-501013073269557975</id><published>2010-09-06T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T11:25:46.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was telling the boys to lay down and take a nap, just as I was closing the door Dexter said, "Good night Snookums!"  I am not exactly sure where he got snookums from?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1621613018723568246-501013073269557975?l=neverendingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/501013073269557975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1621613018723568246&amp;postID=501013073269557975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/501013073269557975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1621613018723568246/posts/default/501013073269557975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverendingkids.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-was-telling-boys-to-lay-down-and-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340977695608833399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
