<?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-6253934632126566516</id><updated>2012-02-03T15:05:28.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macy and Luke</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kellie Knapp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253934632126566516.post-6359648359033718545</id><published>2012-02-03T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T15:05:28.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...in the name of Mickey Mouse...</title><content type='html'>Macy asked if Jesus could talk through the clouds down to us.  I told her Jesus doesn't really live above the clouds, he lives in a different place and THAT is Heaven. And then Macy said “ Oh.... Utah?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke walks around with a small red lightsaber saying “ I bayder, I bayder” (I'm Vader) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macy asked if Jesus could hear everything we said. I told her yes. After&amp;nbsp;5 minutes of super concentrated thinking she said “ So I won't SAY anything naughty, I'll just DO some things naughty.” to which I replied, “ I have bad new, Jesus can SEE you” BIG EYED and shocked she exclaimed&amp;nbsp; “WHAT?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever&amp;nbsp;Luke sees anything dark he says "dats scay-wee" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In primary our primary president told they kids they should be reverent ALL THE TIME...Macy raised her hand and suggested "How about we are reverent when my hair is curly, but when my hair is straight, we dont' have to be..." .....SOMEONE is stinking DIVA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just told Macy " Hey Macy, I love you!" to which she replied "Well that's no surprise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are teaching Luke to say family prayers at night and this is how tonight's prayer went.&lt;br /&gt;Kellie “ say Dear Heavenly Father”&lt;br /&gt;Luke: “fauder”&lt;br /&gt;Kellie” we are thankful for...”&lt;br /&gt;Luke  “ Mickey Mouse”&lt;br /&gt;Kellie” we ask thee for...”&lt;br /&gt;Luke  “ Mickey Mouse”&lt;br /&gt;Kellie “ please bless...”&lt;br /&gt;Luke  “ Mickey Mouse clubhouse”&lt;br /&gt;Kellie “in the name of “&lt;br /&gt;Luke  “ Mickey Mouse”&lt;br /&gt;Kellie “ Jesus Christ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;Luke “ Amen”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were swimming at our hotel pool, which was right next to a conference room where a kickboxing tournament was being held. There was a lot of drinking and smoking going on, so I told Rich when we walked in " Ew, it smells like cigarettes and booze.." 30 minutes later we were having fun swimming and Macy blurts out... "EW! It smells like cigarettes and boobs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;And whenever ANYONE passes gas&amp;nbsp;Luke proudly exclaims&amp;nbsp; "I tooted!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;We were headed down to breakfast at our hotel, and Macy told Luke, " We are going to a breakfast restaurant...(long pause) and when you put those words together, it's a BREASTAURANT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Luke is talking up a storm these days.&amp;nbsp;But that doesn't&amp;nbsp;mean we always understand him.&amp;nbsp;It almost takes a Rosetta stone to understand this kid at times, case in point..... gunk-in= pumpkin, diddy-bup-bup= giddy up, shooper= super&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a woman at Costco...we started talking and I told her I was from Las Vegas, then she told me she was San Diego....immediately Macy interjected and said " And I'm from Heavenly Father!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253934632126566516-6359648359033718545?l=superdupercutekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/feeds/6359648359033718545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2012/02/in-name-of-mickey-mouse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/6359648359033718545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/6359648359033718545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2012/02/in-name-of-mickey-mouse.html' title='...in the name of Mickey Mouse...'/><author><name>Kellie Knapp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253934632126566516.post-2556027120184555626</id><published>2011-09-29T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T00:03:19.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...sweaty glitter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;We were at the craft/fabric store yesterday and Luke screamed "NOSE!" and the stuck, what looked like his entire finger, up there. He kept saying it over and over "Nose! Nose! Nose!" and trying to see how far up into his nose he could get his finger. Later that night as we knelt down for family prayer, Rich noticed something sitting on his&amp;nbsp;upper lip. He took it off and said " Kellie what is this?" Upon further inspection, I found out it was one of those fake flower berries. He must have ripped one off at the craft store and stuck it up his nose... hence the carrying on about his nose at the store.... I'm so so SO in trouble with this one. I'm gonna have to do nightly cavity checks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just told Macy " You are so fabulous, you sweat glitter...." to which she replied "That sounds like a mess"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macy often drags the bean bag over right in front of the couch so that she can jump from the couch to the bean bag... This morning I watched Luke drag a throw pillow over to the couch, climb up onto the couch, and belly flop right onto the throw pillow. Needless to say, it wasn't a soft landing, but I say...lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke weighs 32 pounds...That's like 3 sacks of potatoes I have to haul around everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;I asked Macy what she wanted for Christmas and she said "An xray machine to see inside my body"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke ate 3 hot dogs and an entire can of mandarin oranges, and then brought me his plate and said " more?" I said no and he started bawling, threw him on the ground yelling "MORE! MORE!" Obviously I gave him more, as I imagined our future grocery bill and tried not to cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went outside and Macy was covering her eyes and walking around. I asked her what she was doing and she said " I can't handle the sunshine in my eyes, because my eyes are too expensive." I'm guessing she meant sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a piping hot fresh batch of legos... compliments of Macy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SGq818RtQ7k/ToQOmzq4WiI/AAAAAAAABf4/bnyYflcu-4M/s1600/IMG_1795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SGq818RtQ7k/ToQOmzq4WiI/AAAAAAAABf4/bnyYflcu-4M/s320/IMG_1795.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We started a couple of hours a week of preschool with a friend of mine and her two girls. Macy LOVES IT. My friend usually takes a day and I take a day, and it's really just a couple of hours to have some fun...I took a picture of&amp;nbsp;our BEE WEEK projects..That little rope/popsicle stick/pencil eraser&amp;nbsp;contraption is a buzz maker... It's super cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0slw6ehd1E/ToQQDhL5FMI/AAAAAAAABf8/Fp3RXDHJrLg/s1600/IMG_1700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0slw6ehd1E/ToQQDhL5FMI/AAAAAAAABf8/Fp3RXDHJrLg/s320/IMG_1700.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and finally... some pictures of the little stinkers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just a little toddlers and tiaras moment right here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nwaKn-dXrNY/ToQSavOTGUI/AAAAAAAABgE/tGJ7EV149SQ/s1600/IMG_1868.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nwaKn-dXrNY/ToQSavOTGUI/AAAAAAAABgE/tGJ7EV149SQ/s320/IMG_1868.JPG" width="213px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iLJGB8edpH4/ToQR-4CX96I/AAAAAAAABgA/cTA7_18g1Mc/s1600/IMG_1696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iLJGB8edpH4/ToQR-4CX96I/AAAAAAAABgA/cTA7_18g1Mc/s320/IMG_1696.JPG" width="213px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's&amp;nbsp;wild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253934632126566516-2556027120184555626?l=superdupercutekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/feeds/2556027120184555626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2011/09/sweaty-glitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/2556027120184555626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/2556027120184555626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2011/09/sweaty-glitter.html' title='...sweaty glitter...'/><author><name>Kellie Knapp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SGq818RtQ7k/ToQOmzq4WiI/AAAAAAAABf4/bnyYflcu-4M/s72-c/IMG_1795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253934632126566516.post-746253171066792742</id><published>2011-09-01T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T22:24:13.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2011</title><content type='html'>Macy was smacking her forehad into an open book. I asked&amp;nbsp;her to stop and then asked her what she was doing&amp;nbsp;to which she&amp;nbsp;replied&amp;nbsp;" I'm trying to jump into this book!" Maybe too much SuperWhy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Luke a question in the car the other day and Macy&amp;nbsp;informed me that&amp;nbsp;Luke couldn't talk.&amp;nbsp;Then a minutes later with a super alarmed look on her face she&amp;nbsp;said "Mom?! How am I talking like this? How did I find all these words out? How do I know everything?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke can say&amp;nbsp;quite a few&amp;nbsp;of words now, count to 3 ( uhn, two, TEE!) and can identify and "say" eyes, ears, mouth, nose, tounge, hair, chin, cheeks, hands, fingers, feet, toes, belly, and..... weenie. I'm sure you know who is blame for teaching him to identify his "weenie". He also says " dunna nunn nunna nunna dunna nunna nunna nunna BATMAN!" He also calls Spider man "bidda bidda Man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macy was going potty when all of the sudden she started BAWLING. I ran in to ask her what happened and she screamed " MY BUTT HURTS!" I was kinda freaked out and  "I asked her what does it feel like?" to which she screamed her reply as "BURNT CHICKEN!!" I had no idea you could FEEL like burnt chicken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke was bonking my head with his head and laughing hysterics... after about 10 times he grabbed my face and yelled "FUN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were driving down the street she was looking out the window and said " How are there so many places to explore on this earth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macy was saying our family night time prayer&amp;nbsp; and she said "We're grateful for the sun, and clouds,&amp;nbsp; the rain and the stars in the night sky, we love "dee" dear heavenly father" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call Luke "diddy bottom" and he's started calling himself "diddy bottom".We have a neighbor named Brody, which Luke calls "biddy". The other day he pointed to&amp;nbsp;brody&amp;nbsp;and said " biddy bottom!" He also calls out neighbor Sydney "sinny" and Iris "ah-dee" and Wendy is "win-ee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tD0rjR2QgUY/TmBoOlzQI-I/AAAAAAAABeU/AtVNSrc401s/s1600/IMG_0343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tD0rjR2QgUY/TmBoOlzQI-I/AAAAAAAABeU/AtVNSrc401s/s400/IMG_0343.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253934632126566516-746253171066792742?l=superdupercutekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/feeds/746253171066792742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2011/09/summer-2011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/746253171066792742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/746253171066792742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2011/09/summer-2011.html' title='Summer 2011'/><author><name>Kellie Knapp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tD0rjR2QgUY/TmBoOlzQI-I/AAAAAAAABeU/AtVNSrc401s/s72-c/IMG_0343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253934632126566516.post-7126716681671850894</id><published>2011-06-22T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T12:05:26.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Alligator Juice...</title><content type='html'>Luke had a fever last night and for some reason whenever our kids get sick, Rich and I scramble to the store to get them Gatorade. So we got home and poured Luke&amp;nbsp;a sippy cup full&amp;nbsp;and Macy asked " what's that?" Rich told her "It's Gatorade to help&amp;nbsp;Diddy feel better" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to this morning I came downstairs with Luke and told Macy he was still feeling yucky. So she said " Oh you should give him some of that alligator juice to make him feel better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3L93rNvhRs/TgI5dRPNBnI/AAAAAAAABYA/aqI5BoGuDZA/s1600/IMG_0639.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3L93rNvhRs/TgI5dRPNBnI/AAAAAAAABYA/aqI5BoGuDZA/s400/IMG_0639.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, from here on out in our house, Gatorade will now be called alligator juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253934632126566516-7126716681671850894?l=superdupercutekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/feeds/7126716681671850894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2011/06/alligator-juice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/7126716681671850894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/7126716681671850894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2011/06/alligator-juice.html' title='...Alligator Juice...'/><author><name>Kellie Knapp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3L93rNvhRs/TgI5dRPNBnI/AAAAAAAABYA/aqI5BoGuDZA/s72-c/IMG_0639.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253934632126566516.post-444997068915258516</id><published>2011-06-21T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T12:42:32.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...sail through a grotto?...</title><content type='html'>Earlier, Macy brought her almost out of helium balloon up to me. &lt;br /&gt;She said " Mom, this balloon is out of balloon oil"&lt;br /&gt;I said " Kind of. It's actually called helium and it's a gas that keeps the balloon up, so yes, it's almost out of helium."&lt;br /&gt;She said " When it's all gone, it'll run out of gas and it won't have anymore power?"&lt;br /&gt;I said " That's right"&lt;br /&gt;She said " Well, we'd better get a refill and quick!"&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Macy just came up to me with big tears in her eyes...&lt;br /&gt;She asked " Mom? If I get on a golden boat and sail through a grotto, will the sea witch cast a naughty spell on me and turn me into this?" Then she made a face that looked like she had been punched in the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;I said "&amp;nbsp; No Macy, no sea witch will ever cast a spell on you EVER"&lt;br /&gt;She said " oh good, then I'll stop crying"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Luke calls water " wan-oo" and if I give him "wan-oo" instead of milk, she throws his sippy cup across the room and yells " NO WAN-OO" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That isn't cute,&amp;nbsp;I just wanted to keep it on record so I can remind him he owes me big time later in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Every time either Rich or I leaves the house Macy says " Bye! I'll never forget you!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Macy will randomly ask us " Hey, what song am I singing?" Then she'll make&amp;nbsp;a weird face while she bops her head and looks like she is chewing something with her mouth closed. We didn't get it at first but she is actually singing a song in her head and trying to mouth the words...but with her mouth closed. The best part is we guess the songs right 80% of the time because she has so few songs in her repertoire. Meanwhile she thinks we are mind readers, and I think I'll keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Luke has a unused swim diaper that he has made his hat. He brings it to me and says " at?" and touches his head, so I put it on and he walks around like he is the coolest thing ever and keeps patting the diaper saying " at!" with a super smug smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;I taught Macy the first&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/library/display/0,4945,106-1-2-1,FF.html"&gt;Article of Faith&lt;/a&gt; just to see if she could remember it. I couldn't decide whether or not I should start the 2nd one or not so I just read it to her to see if she was interested. Two days later she told me " men should be punished for their own sins and not for Adam's transmission ( instead of transgression).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;One of Luke's 5,000 nicknames is Godzilla. He is OBSESSED with sitting in or on things. If Macy builds a little town or tower out of blocks he walks up to it, turns around and sits on it. If there is even the smallest puddle of water or mud ( oye!) he walks right over, plops himself down and makes himself comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;News update to the evolution of Luke's nicknames. Starting with his real name ending with what his name as evolved into.&lt;br /&gt;Luke&lt;br /&gt;Luker&lt;br /&gt;Luker Bum&lt;br /&gt;Luker bum bum&lt;br /&gt;the bum bum&lt;br /&gt;bum bum &lt;br /&gt;bums&lt;br /&gt;bum diddy bum bum&lt;br /&gt;bum diddy&lt;br /&gt;diddy&lt;br /&gt;the diddy&lt;br /&gt;diddy from the big city.&lt;br /&gt;the did&lt;br /&gt;did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yes, we call our child "Did."&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestion and/or guesses as to what the next stage of evolution will be??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uw__v6ug7nA/TgDzmqoC8RI/AAAAAAAABX4/CqqadVIM_xI/s1600/IMG_0652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uw__v6ug7nA/TgDzmqoC8RI/AAAAAAAABX4/CqqadVIM_xI/s400/IMG_0652.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253934632126566516-444997068915258516?l=superdupercutekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/feeds/444997068915258516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2011/06/sail-through-grotto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/444997068915258516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/444997068915258516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2011/06/sail-through-grotto.html' title='...sail through a grotto?...'/><author><name>Kellie Knapp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uw__v6ug7nA/TgDzmqoC8RI/AAAAAAAABX4/CqqadVIM_xI/s72-c/IMG_0652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253934632126566516.post-7890914189177580746</id><published>2011-04-11T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T13:42:24.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...who's the mom here...</title><content type='html'>I was rushing around to get the kids and I ready to go to the doctor and this little conversation happened... &lt;br /&gt;MACY: Mom, will you read me a book?&lt;br /&gt;ME: Nope, we are getting ready to go I can read it when we get back or you can take it and I can read it to you at the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;MACY: Ok mom, listen close. THESE are your options. Read this book now AND at the doctor. ok? &lt;br /&gt;ME: That is just one option, Macy.&lt;br /&gt;MACY: Well that's the only option there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh I'm still laughing. She talks like she is 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macy was watching Bambi and she stole a toy from Luke. I told her to give it back or I'd turn the movie off. She didn't give it back so I turned the movie off. And hour later after I had her help me with some chores, I told her she earned turning Bambi back on. After about 2 minutes of it being back on she came up and said this. " Mom I was really angry with you when you turned my movie off, but you did the right thing and turned it back on. I'm super proud of you and I love you very much."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253934632126566516-7890914189177580746?l=superdupercutekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/feeds/7890914189177580746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-was-rushing-around-to-get-kids-and-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/7890914189177580746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/7890914189177580746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-was-rushing-around-to-get-kids-and-i.html' title='...who&apos;s the mom here...'/><author><name>Kellie Knapp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253934632126566516.post-6258110494612729239</id><published>2011-04-06T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:03:54.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...macy, macy, macy...</title><content type='html'>Macy looked out the window at the snow on the ground and said " knock it off, snow!" She then asked me to list all the things we are going to do when the snow melts.&lt;br /&gt;Last night Macy and Luke were watching me play angry birds. Macy kept telling me " I know you can do this mom" or "&amp;nbsp;I know you can shoot that pig, I JUST KNOW IT!" We also invented different kinds of high fives and Macy's favorite ( that SHE invented) was my hand high fiving her tongue. Not a very sanitary way to celebrate. Luke would also clap and squeal every time we destroyed a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were leaving a Chinese restaurant Macy said " Oh no! We are in Chinese Land! How are we gonna get all the way back to Macy Land?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macy kept asking me for fruit loops over and over and over again. I was in the middle of washing&amp;nbsp;a sink full on non dishwasher safe things so&amp;nbsp;I kept telling her " In a minute, as soon as I'm done" She just kept asking and asking and asking. Finally I dropped the pan I was cleaning and said, (okay yelled)&amp;nbsp; "Macy! You need to be patient!" She got a big sad look on her face and tears in her eyes and she said "But mom, I dont' have any patience! It went up out of my tummy and slooped out my mouth" I was dumbfounded, heart broken and trying so hard not to laugh all at the same time. p.s. what is slooped?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253934632126566516-6258110494612729239?l=superdupercutekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/feeds/6258110494612729239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2011/04/macy-macy-macy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/6258110494612729239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/6258110494612729239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2011/04/macy-macy-macy.html' title='...macy, macy, macy...'/><author><name>Kellie Knapp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253934632126566516.post-7353137147105183370</id><published>2011-03-13T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T17:32:07.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...bluer, and bluer and bluer....</title><content type='html'>I&amp;nbsp;woke Macy up from a taking too long nap and right as she was waking up she&amp;nbsp;said " in my head, when&amp;nbsp;I was sleeping&amp;nbsp;I turned bluer and bluer and bluer" I'm assuming she was dreaming....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macy made an octopus at storytime at the library last week. She was SO proud. unfourtunately Luke got a hold of it ripped every last leg off. Macy walked in on the massacre and gasped....then squated down next to him and said " Luke! I'm love you very much, but I am VERY disappointed you ripped my octopus!" One emergency surgery and roll of tape later,&amp;nbsp;I handed the octupus back to Macy and SHE said " GOOD AS NEW!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253934632126566516-7353137147105183370?l=superdupercutekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/feeds/7353137147105183370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2011/03/bluer-and-bluer-and-bluer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/7353137147105183370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/7353137147105183370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2011/03/bluer-and-bluer-and-bluer.html' title='...bluer, and bluer and bluer....'/><author><name>Kellie Knapp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253934632126566516.post-452015649988656306</id><published>2011-03-07T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T19:11:43.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...you are my only mommy in this world...</title><content type='html'>I was blogging and Macy wanted me to set up her bowling pins....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellie: I can't right now, you need to do by yourself...&lt;br /&gt;Macy: ( getting big, round, teary eyes) But I don't know how to do it, my daddy's at work and you are my only mommy in this world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say. I immediately set them up... about 58 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;Rich and Macy were playing with her little people&amp;nbsp; characters and animals....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rich&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh no she's gonna get us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Macy:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't worry I'll take care of this! I'm gonna get my gun and shoot em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; ( very worried we are pretend playing with guns and pretend shooting people, but I keep my mouth closed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rich&lt;/strong&gt;: You got em! Where did you get that cool gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Macy&lt;/strong&gt;: Target!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rich&lt;/strong&gt;: where'd&amp;nbsp; you get the bullets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Macy&lt;/strong&gt;: Costco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rich&lt;/strong&gt;: You used a Target gun and Costco bullets to shoot him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Macy&lt;/strong&gt;: No, HER. It was a crazy girl from outer space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;Macy in her prayers and other other night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"please bless mommy's back to feel better ( she's been praying for this for 3 months, despite my back being fine now) and please bless that nicholas, emma, camilla, joy, brinn, kent, flora, mason, colt moss, mommy, daddy, luke, and me can go all go camping after the sun melts the snow..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macy was really struggling to listen well and ignoring everything I was saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellie: Macy are you a good listener?&lt;br /&gt;Macy: yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;Kellie: Than can you please show me what a good listener does?&lt;br /&gt;Macy: ( thinks for a second, turns around with her butt sticking out looks over&amp;nbsp; her shoulder and shakes her butt) IS THIS GOOD LISTENING?!?!?! hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;Macy was counting and running out of fingers to count on, so she reached down and continued the counting on her toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke clearly wanted to get out of the bath today when he handed me the soap and then rubbed his own head and said "DAT", as to say "here's the soap, wash my hair and get me the crap out of here."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253934632126566516-452015649988656306?l=superdupercutekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/feeds/452015649988656306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-are-my-only-mommy-in-this-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/452015649988656306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/452015649988656306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-are-my-only-mommy-in-this-world.html' title='...you are my only mommy in this world...'/><author><name>Kellie Knapp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253934632126566516.post-1938035840701625368</id><published>2010-10-06T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T14:48:01.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...vulgarities...</title><content type='html'>Macy pointed to&amp;nbsp;the back pocket on my jeans and said " Hey mom, what is that?" and I said , " Oh that's my pocket!" to which she replied... "No way mom, that is your butt so you can poop" Can you tell we are potty training???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke dropped something a block and it startled macy pretty bad. She looked and hims and said " WHAT THE FREAK WAS THAT!?" This is funny to some of you and a sign that I'm a horrific mom to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macy has now requsted to be everything under the sun for Halloween. She's wanted to be a spider, a witch, batman, buzz lightyear, and now is adamant that she wants to be SUPER MACY... if any one knows what that looks like let me know. I asked her and she said super macy wears "green pants, green shirt, a green mask and has a belt" Fabulous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253934632126566516-1938035840701625368?l=superdupercutekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/feeds/1938035840701625368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2010/10/vulgarities.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/1938035840701625368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/1938035840701625368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2010/10/vulgarities.html' title='...vulgarities...'/><author><name>Kellie Knapp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253934632126566516.post-1995091041491696499</id><published>2010-09-07T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T10:03:44.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...funnies...</title><content type='html'>Kellie: : Macy where did you come from?&lt;br /&gt;Macy: Heavenly Father gave me to you.&lt;br /&gt;Kellie: Your right!!! Where did Luke come from?&lt;br /&gt;Macy: Oh, he came from the hostival ( hospital)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was using my "parenting tone" to tell Macy it isn't nice to yell in Luke's face. I told her if she yelled in his face again, she'd have a time out. Then she looked at me pointed at me and said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KELLIE! DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Macy that it wasn't nice to steal toys from Luke and that if she stole toys from him again I'd take a toy for a whole day from her. She then pointed to her own face and said " Mom, do you see my face? This is my mad face and I'm very mad!" 2 hours later, she asked for a cookie and and said she couldn't have one until after lunch she then scrunched up her face with a big frown, pointed to her own face and said " mommy, do you see this face? This is my sad face and I'm very sad that you won't give me a cookie right now!"&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;We walked into a mexican restuarant last week for dinner and upon walking in Macy yelled " Oh this place is DISGUSTING!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253934632126566516-1995091041491696499?l=superdupercutekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/feeds/1995091041491696499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2010/09/funnies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/1995091041491696499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/1995091041491696499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2010/09/funnies.html' title='...funnies...'/><author><name>Kellie Knapp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253934632126566516.post-5904204933587065262</id><published>2010-06-08T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:11:31.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...bedtime story...</title><content type='html'>Tonight I told Macy a story before bed and then after I was done she wanted to tell me a story... I tried really hard to remember the whole thing and ran right out here to write it before I forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, there were A LOT OF DINOSAURS!!!! And the ground was SHAKING!! There were light blue and purple and blue and green and light green dinosaurs everywhere!!!  So daddy and Macy ran in the house and the house flew up into the air and flew to Las Vegas and flew to the airport and the dinosaurs were crying and we had fun and went to chuck e cheese the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253934632126566516-5904204933587065262?l=superdupercutekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/feeds/5904204933587065262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2010/06/bedtime-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/5904204933587065262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/5904204933587065262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2010/06/bedtime-story.html' title='...bedtime story...'/><author><name>Kellie Knapp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253934632126566516.post-8921850606680871150</id><published>2010-04-20T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T15:19:16.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...pro-none-see-a-shun...</title><content type='html'>Macy is hilarious. Sometimes talking to her is like playing a super cute little guessing game... she says things and I have no idea where she gets it, OR I have no clue what she is acually saying. Here's a little vocab lesson in Macy language...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandwhich.....Swam-itch&lt;br /&gt;Hospital.........Haus-uh-vul&lt;br /&gt;stand up........stan-bup&lt;br /&gt;dominos........dino-moes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute kid....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253934632126566516-8921850606680871150?l=superdupercutekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/feeds/8921850606680871150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2010/04/pro-none-see-shun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/8921850606680871150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/8921850606680871150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2010/04/pro-none-see-shun.html' title='...pro-none-see-a-shun...'/><author><name>Kellie Knapp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253934632126566516.post-4682520733980543938</id><published>2010-04-04T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:18:44.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny kid</title><content type='html'>Last week Macy and I were having a little discussion about Jesus. I asked her where Jesus lived and she said " oh... in Las Vegas".... awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macy currently calls elevators " alligators"... don't try to correct her, as she will bet money that it is an alligator and not an elevator...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Rich was teaching Macy how to open her Easter eggs. She watched him intently and after he showed her how she responded  " oh, now I get it" ... normally that isn't a funny except when it comes from a 2 year old wearing footsie pajamas.. then it's freaking adorable and hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macy came out this morning and discovered her Easter basket... she rifled through all the stuff and was super stoked. After she checked it all out, I re-iterated to her that the EASTER BUNNY had brought her all that fun stuff... then she looked at me while pointing to the basket and said    "Mommy, that's probably from Target.".... I just can't win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253934632126566516-4682520733980543938?l=superdupercutekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/feeds/4682520733980543938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2010/04/funny-kid.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/4682520733980543938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/4682520733980543938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2010/04/funny-kid.html' title='funny kid'/><author><name>Kellie Knapp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253934632126566516.post-5958519837241841668</id><published>2010-03-02T08:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T09:48:01.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...the boy name...</title><content type='html'>first things first... I really need to change the header of this blog to include the little boy... I'm working on it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the name story is a semi long one, so I thought I'd get it on the "kid journal" instead of my regular blog, which is mostly for entertainment purposes only :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUKE JAMES KNAPP :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich and I were talking about names a looooong time ago before Macy was even a twinkle in her dad's eye, and Luke was brought up and we both knew we loved the name, and wanted to name one of our son's Luke, if we ever had one :) Fast forward to 4 years later, when our first little boy was 24 hours old, we decided over breakfast that this little guy was the lucky "Luke" winner :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this pregnancy we were so confused about what to name him and had several names on the short list. The crazy part is we both subconsciously would refer to him, or his stuff as "Luke"... We got a few Christmas gifts for the little boy and I found myself several times telling Macy not to touch them because they were "Luke's toys" And every time I said that I would go, "WHAT the!?" Also Rich said he would drive past the hospital and just randomly think " That's where Luke is going to be born" and go WHAT THE?!?! Mostly because for most of my pregnancy we had written the name Luke off because it doesn't have enough syllables and possibly sounded like "Lou Kuh Nap" .... I'm pretty sure it STILL doesn't have enough syllables and does possible sound like Lou Kuh Knapp depending on how you say it or how much you over think it :) But we decided to get over it and give into it! And now we love it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James came around for a few reasons... #1 It's manly :) #2It's the name of the one of the Captains of the Enterprise :) #3 Rich's dad's middle name is Jay.... so it's a half a shout out to Clive :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the story how the boy with no name became Luke James Knapp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253934632126566516-5958519837241841668?l=superdupercutekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/feeds/5958519837241841668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2010/03/boy-name.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/5958519837241841668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/5958519837241841668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2010/03/boy-name.html' title='...the boy name...'/><author><name>Kellie Knapp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253934632126566516.post-4916916481673362838</id><published>2010-01-28T19:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T19:41:02.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...proud mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0-976zbQ4/S2JYF9XrfjI/AAAAAAAABAM/AzrzimD4B3E/s1600-h/IMG_7437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432000959958711858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0-976zbQ4/S2JYF9XrfjI/AAAAAAAABAM/AzrzimD4B3E/s400/IMG_7437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call me crazy, but when I saw this little tower creation, I was ECSTATIC....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rich and I were watching American Idol and I heard this little " look mommy!" I looked at her and found this beautifully constructed masterpiece....It's so funny because as a mom when your kid does something you didn't know they could do, or something that shows that the little gears in there brain had to work overtime to do it, it really does become something BEAUTIFUL! It goes from a stack of blocks to a brilliantly pieced together sculpture!!!! I sound nuts... but that's really how I feel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny note of the day..... Macy calls Hamburgers "Sham-burgers" I have no idea why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253934632126566516-4916916481673362838?l=superdupercutekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/feeds/4916916481673362838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2010/01/proud-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/4916916481673362838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/4916916481673362838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2010/01/proud-mom.html' title='...proud mom...'/><author><name>Kellie Knapp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0-976zbQ4/S2JYF9XrfjI/AAAAAAAABAM/AzrzimD4B3E/s72-c/IMG_7437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253934632126566516.post-5906856400801117699</id><published>2010-01-06T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T07:57:04.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...cute...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0-976zbQ4/S0Sxn6wzhFI/AAAAAAAAA_k/k0IAXXnBdSU/s1600-h/IMG_7388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423655150607893586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0-976zbQ4/S0Sxn6wzhFI/AAAAAAAAA_k/k0IAXXnBdSU/s400/IMG_7388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, Macy was helping me make pancakes for breakfast. While I was flipping the first batch, I looked over and saw that she had lined up 3 measuring cups from biggest to smallest. Then after she looked at them for a second she pointed to each one, starting with the biggest and said "Oh that's Daddy, Mommy, and Macy!" She's also done this with 3 different sizes of dolls, balls, and drinking cups....I'm just glad the daddy stuff is still bigger than the mommy stuff, even though that MAY not be the case in there here latter days of my pregnancy! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I was sitting on the couch apparently looking very tired because Macy came up to me and said " Mommy? Are you SUPER TIRED???" I told her "Yes mommy IS super tired"  and with that the she patted my cheek and gave me a kiss. Oh how I love that little girl!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253934632126566516-5906856400801117699?l=superdupercutekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/feeds/5906856400801117699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2010/01/cute.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/5906856400801117699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/5906856400801117699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2010/01/cute.html' title='...cute...'/><author><name>Kellie Knapp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0-976zbQ4/S0Sxn6wzhFI/AAAAAAAAA_k/k0IAXXnBdSU/s72-c/IMG_7388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253934632126566516.post-4071583298921968426</id><published>2009-12-15T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T10:07:27.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...major slacker....</title><content type='html'>OBVIOUSLY I'm a wonderful mother, since I've been keeping such a detailed record of my kid :)haha.... I decided to just use this as a random cute/ funny /exciting thing journal.... so I won't have big fat update blogs, I'll just jump on here and post random cute to me and Rich, maybe cute to you things, so that I can show my kids when they grow up how freaking hilarious and adorable they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Last month I got Macy the first half of her SEASONAL flu shot, and before we went in I explained to her that she had to go in and get just a "little owie", but it would help her not get sick and have lots of owies for lots of days. I kept reassuring her that it was just a " little owie" OF COURSE she screamed her little head off.... Fast forward to today... I went to get my blood drawn for my one hour glucose tolerance test for this pregnancy and I brought Macy with me. As soon as we walked into the little room where they were going to draw my blood, she whipped her little self around and with HUGE eyes, went running out yelling " I DON'T WANT A LITTLE OWIE!!!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Today in the car we stopped at a red light. Macy looked up and said, " Red means stop!" So I said, "Yep and what does green mean??" She said she didn't know so I told her, "Green means GO!" She sat for about 20 seconds and then said, "What does blue mean?" and I said, " I don't know, what DOES blue mean?" She got a big smile on her face and said " BLUE MEANS PLAY!"&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415524465169916578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0-976zbQ4/SyfOzvLj4qI/AAAAAAAAA-U/jvldB099py8/s400/IMG_7236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253934632126566516-4071583298921968426?l=superdupercutekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/feeds/4071583298921968426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2009/12/major-slacker.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/4071583298921968426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/4071583298921968426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2009/12/major-slacker.html' title='...major slacker....'/><author><name>Kellie Knapp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0-976zbQ4/SyfOzvLj4qI/AAAAAAAAA-U/jvldB099py8/s72-c/IMG_7236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253934632126566516.post-1137463116699286570</id><published>2009-05-29T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:40:40.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on the Moo...</title><content type='html'>Well we took Macy to the doctor this week and here is the update and good news that she is only one shot behind now. There weren't supposed to be any shots at this visit, but Macy is on a reduced schedule. Only two shots every time. I just don't agree with giving kids 3 and 4 shots for their little immune systems to try and handle all at once! I'm not saying that is right for EVERYONE, it just how we roll...:) Also, After livin in up in the 95-99th percentile for head size, weight and height her whole life, she is now down to 90th percentile for height and 75th for weight.... they didn't mention her head size, which I'm fine with since I already feel guilty about passing down my big ole' nogin. :) She is talking up a storm and our favorites are "Hi guys!", "I gotchoo mommy/daddy", "uh-oh, where'd Daddy go?" (that one is in the morning after rich leaves for work) " " bye home" when we leave and " oh, hi home!" when we come back, and Rich just taught her to say " monkey poop" so she just walks around the house saying," monkey poop, ooh ooh ooh" ( the sound that the monkey makes) over and over... it's cute/embarrassing :) Ever since she got on our friends, the Leonards, blog and remembered her bff Emma, she is obsessed with asking for her...she is always saying "Oh no! where'd Emma go?"&lt;br /&gt;Her other current obsession is her Disney figurines my my mom got her at Disneyland... she takes them everywhere she goes, and has to have ALL OF them or we are screwed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d071e19b10d4ef10" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd071e19b10d4ef10%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331292029%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3BF6C8F3F1DCB751484569070E238CE56B4C5F48.4BE3DA1589D733A79548348E61DBD3849D7143CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd071e19b10d4ef10%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpAcy1zu7OrFVVq4fnF6AiV_880g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd071e19b10d4ef10%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331292029%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3BF6C8F3F1DCB751484569070E238CE56B4C5F48.4BE3DA1589D733A79548348E61DBD3849D7143CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd071e19b10d4ef10%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpAcy1zu7OrFVVq4fnF6AiV_880g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there's a little moo action for you... I really suck at keeping her blog updated... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253934632126566516-1137463116699286570?l=superdupercutekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d071e19b10d4ef10&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/feeds/1137463116699286570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2009/05/update-on-moo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/1137463116699286570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/1137463116699286570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2009/05/update-on-moo.html' title='Update on the Moo...'/><author><name>Kellie Knapp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253934632126566516.post-6356489016274784830</id><published>2009-04-23T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:08:07.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...cutest apple ever...</title><content type='html'>This morning I was running around cleaning everything up and found this in Macy's ball pit...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327919046671960162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0-976zbQ4/SfCSJPjriGI/AAAAAAAAAz4/XH4UncafLGI/s400/IMG_5850.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this not the cutest apple you've ever seen? She went in the fridge and got it all my herself.... BIG GIRL!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253934632126566516-6356489016274784830?l=superdupercutekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/feeds/6356489016274784830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2009/04/cutest-apple-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/6356489016274784830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/6356489016274784830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2009/04/cutest-apple-ever.html' title='...cutest apple ever...'/><author><name>Kellie Knapp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0-976zbQ4/SfCSJPjriGI/AAAAAAAAAz4/XH4UncafLGI/s72-c/IMG_5850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253934632126566516.post-5631184183115436660</id><published>2009-04-13T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:20:49.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0-976zbQ4/SeOqUaBpccI/AAAAAAAAAzM/xnEMlRhqTTk/s1600-h/IMG_5775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324286452042396098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0-976zbQ4/SeOqUaBpccI/AAAAAAAAAzM/xnEMlRhqTTk/s400/IMG_5775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm working on uploading the Easter movie I made of Macy's Easter egg hunt...but since it's 9 minutes long we are running into some drama :) So here is a cute picture of Macy before church.... She is doing her fake smile, which makes her look a little drunk of too much candy, but that is what holidays are for right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253934632126566516-5631184183115436660?l=superdupercutekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/feeds/5631184183115436660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/5631184183115436660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/5631184183115436660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Kellie Knapp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0-976zbQ4/SeOqUaBpccI/AAAAAAAAAzM/xnEMlRhqTTk/s72-c/IMG_5775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253934632126566516.post-4912370357870843048</id><published>2009-04-09T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:25:44.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the fun begin!</title><content type='html'>YAY! Welcome to Macy's Official Blog! I just figured I don't post enough of her on my regular blog for our family to have a accurate picture of how fast she is growing up...tear, sniff sniff... and as I mentioned on MY blog, and would like to reiterate...i named the blog superdupercutekids (plural) to future proof this thing so when kid number 2 comes around, I don't have to change the address...So to be clear.. I'm NOT PREGNANT. Here's a few cute pictures to start us off... Unfortunately my camera with all the more recent stuff on it, is in Rich's car....So check in tomorrow for cute videos and pictures from here in Montana. The first picture I took a while ago, but it cracks me up because she HONESTLY brought me that hat and socks and wanted me to put them on her. So that sense of style is ALL HER. Another thing that cracks me up is Macy has never ever used a binky, so it's really funny to see her with one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0-976zbQ4/Sd4IrYFl0eI/AAAAAAAAAyA/7uG58wVjTtQ/s1600-h/IMG_5485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322701350891803106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0-976zbQ4/Sd4IrYFl0eI/AAAAAAAAAyA/7uG58wVjTtQ/s400/IMG_5485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; This is whenI tried to give her a mohawk.....obviously she wasn't havin' it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0-976zbQ4/Sd4IrMuQcpI/AAAAAAAAAx4/UmRWXxbrLvw/s1600-h/IMG_5359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322701347841143442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0-976zbQ4/Sd4IrMuQcpI/AAAAAAAAAx4/UmRWXxbrLvw/s400/IMG_5359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl LOOOOVES her spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0-976zbQ4/Sd4Iq9Y0STI/AAAAAAAAAxw/XIP7qQT--9k/s1600-h/IMG_5423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322701343724685618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0-976zbQ4/Sd4Iq9Y0STI/AAAAAAAAAxw/XIP7qQT--9k/s400/IMG_5423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ball Bath! One of her very favorite things to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0-976zbQ4/Sd4IqoSc-RI/AAAAAAAAAxo/vfW8-WeSnSg/s1600-h/IMG_5333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322701338060847378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0-976zbQ4/Sd4IqoSc-RI/AAAAAAAAAxo/vfW8-WeSnSg/s400/IMG_5333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every chance she gets, this girl eats snow....you'd think we were starving her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0-976zbQ4/Sd4IqaQWVZI/AAAAAAAAAxg/VY7ZUAL6nbA/s1600-h/IMG_5281+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322701334293927314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0-976zbQ4/Sd4IqaQWVZI/AAAAAAAAAxg/VY7ZUAL6nbA/s400/IMG_5281+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alright, so again, check back tomorrow for more recent Moo fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6253934632126566516-4912370357870843048?l=superdupercutekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/feeds/4912370357870843048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-fun-begin.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/4912370357870843048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6253934632126566516/posts/default/4912370357870843048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superdupercutekids.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-fun-begin.html' title='Let the fun begin!'/><author><name>Kellie Knapp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0-976zbQ4/Sd4IrYFl0eI/AAAAAAAAAyA/7uG58wVjTtQ/s72-c/IMG_5485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
