<?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-1626697622180529441</id><updated>2012-01-05T23:18:26.544-08:00</updated><category term='ice cream'/><title type='text'>"What about Maddie?"</title><subtitle type='html'>Here I will tell you about all the crazy things Maddie does or says. I hope you enjoy it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pat Askew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01144475679643368413</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626697622180529441.post-4869499359904343104</id><published>2012-01-05T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T23:18:26.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible Lesson FAIL</title><content type='html'>Maddie and Rachel were arguing over who would hold the kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "Ok, I will solve this, how about we cut the kitten in half and you each get a half"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie-without missing a beat: "Ok, can I have the head?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626697622180529441-4869499359904343104?l=goodlifepat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/4869499359904343104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626697622180529441&amp;postID=4869499359904343104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/4869499359904343104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/4869499359904343104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/2012/01/bible-lesson-fail.html' title='Bible Lesson FAIL'/><author><name>Katie Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05805680313303608691</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-1626697622180529441.post-4023165290876925708</id><published>2011-11-09T18:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:28:31.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's being difficult</title><content type='html'>The other night I was trying to get Maddie to let me put her pjs on for bed. She was not having any of that. I calmly gathered her clothes and the flyswatter and told her to come with me.&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, whats the flyswatter for? You gonna kill some flies?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, baby, its for you in case you decide to be difficult"&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have any problems with her after that. When everything was done she asked me to change the batteries in her night light. So I got the batteries and tried to put them in. I got frustrated and was getting mad at the thing.&lt;br /&gt;" What's wrong mom?"&lt;br /&gt;"These batteries are being difficult"&lt;br /&gt;She didn't say a word, just reached over for the flyswatter and smacked the night light with it. I think we both laughed for 5 minutes straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626697622180529441-4023165290876925708?l=goodlifepat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/4023165290876925708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626697622180529441&amp;postID=4023165290876925708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/4023165290876925708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/4023165290876925708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-being-difficult.html' title='It&apos;s being difficult'/><author><name>Katie Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05805680313303608691</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-1626697622180529441.post-6288705754488469781</id><published>2011-11-09T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:21:52.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm good</title><content type='html'>Maddie was in the bath and I walked in and asked her how she was doing. She said "Good......I hope"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626697622180529441-6288705754488469781?l=goodlifepat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/6288705754488469781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626697622180529441&amp;postID=6288705754488469781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/6288705754488469781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/6288705754488469781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-good.html' title='I&apos;m good'/><author><name>Katie Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05805680313303608691</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-1626697622180529441.post-7533897324256540672</id><published>2010-10-30T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T10:03:04.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why we go to work</title><content type='html'>Its saturday and MH has to go to work. Maddie is doing anything she can to prevent him from going. MH says " I have to go, baby, I need to make money so I can take you to the zoo and to ride the horses" Maddie thinks about this for a minute and says "I'll go get your shoes". And actually goes downstairs and brings him his shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626697622180529441-7533897324256540672?l=goodlifepat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/7533897324256540672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626697622180529441&amp;postID=7533897324256540672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/7533897324256540672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/7533897324256540672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-we-go-to-work.html' title='Why we go to work'/><author><name>Katie Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05805680313303608691</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-1626697622180529441.post-7033460579000038306</id><published>2010-09-23T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:53:31.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a morning person</title><content type='html'>Maddie is kinda hard to get up in the morning. I have to drag her to the edge of the bed and fight her every morning. Every morning she tells me to leave her alone, that she is sleeping. Or she may say that she is sleeping and that I need to go away. The other morning I was sitting on the bed calling her name and telling her it was time to get up. She laid very still and when I stopped calling her and things go quiet I heard her go "Shhhhhhhh". I started laughing and then she started laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626697622180529441-7033460579000038306?l=goodlifepat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/7033460579000038306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626697622180529441&amp;postID=7033460579000038306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/7033460579000038306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/7033460579000038306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-morning-person.html' title='Not a morning person'/><author><name>Katie Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05805680313303608691</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-1626697622180529441.post-2916049521202979139</id><published>2010-06-10T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T09:14:46.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommys got a big butt</title><content type='html'>Brian was changing maddies diaper (we still put them on at night) and she asked him if she had a big butt. Brian said no that she was a baby, and maddie said, "Mommy's got a big butt" hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626697622180529441-2916049521202979139?l=goodlifepat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/2916049521202979139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626697622180529441&amp;postID=2916049521202979139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/2916049521202979139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/2916049521202979139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/2010/06/mommys-got-big-butt.html' title='Mommys got a big butt'/><author><name>Katie Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05805680313303608691</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-1626697622180529441.post-2177825379263908381</id><published>2010-05-25T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T08:04:33.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gmas got a boo-boo</title><content type='html'>Maddie and I were talking about her boo-boo she got on her toe. She said don't jump on me I'm sick. We tell her not to jump on grandma because she has a boo-boo. She asked me if grandma fell down and got a boo-boo. I said yes because it was easier to explain. Maddie thought for a moment then said "Awww, poor Grandma" It was too cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626697622180529441-2177825379263908381?l=goodlifepat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/2177825379263908381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626697622180529441&amp;postID=2177825379263908381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/2177825379263908381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/2177825379263908381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/2010/05/gmas-got-boo-boo.html' title='Gmas got a boo-boo'/><author><name>Katie Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05805680313303608691</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-1626697622180529441.post-8237939915565953496</id><published>2010-05-17T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:07:23.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens when you close your eyes</title><content type='html'>It was so cute and heartbreaking at the same time. Maddie has discovered dreams. She woke up this morning and told me all about how she saw grandma at the hospital and then at Wal-Mart. She told me that when she closed her eyes she could see grandma. She kept asking me if I wanted to close my eyes and see her too. She really misses her grandma. I was hoping to take her tomorrow but if she is sick I dont want to expose grandma to that. Here's praying that grandma has a speedy recovery and can come back to us soon. We love you Grandma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626697622180529441-8237939915565953496?l=goodlifepat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/8237939915565953496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626697622180529441&amp;postID=8237939915565953496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/8237939915565953496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/8237939915565953496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-happens-when-you-close-your-eyes.html' title='What happens when you close your eyes'/><author><name>Katie Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05805680313303608691</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-1626697622180529441.post-2751502379793924697</id><published>2010-05-17T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:04:31.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Baby</title><content type='html'>The other night was the first time that Maddie has ever thrown up. She never really spit up as a baby much. But that night it was everywhere. She threw up on the bed, so I cleaned  her up, gave her a quick bath, took the sheets off and set up camp in the living room. She had said she was hot right before she threw up so I thought she would feel better in the living room. So I set up the couch bed and padded it down so it wouldn't be so hard and laid her in it. A few minutes later she threw up again. So I took all the sheets of that, gave her another bath, and asked her where she wanted to sleep. She said in the bed so we went back to bed. Since then she has thrown up a few more times but nothing else seems to be wrong with her except a little slow. Im taking her to the doc tomorrow. Also, she almost tore her middle toenail completely off the other day. In the morning when she was still asleep I had to clip off the toenail that was hanging on by a little piece of dead skin. It was awful but she is healing very quickly. I couldn't really wash it very good so I did keep it cleaned with peroxide and kept neosporin on it. She's had a rough couple of days. My poor Baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626697622180529441-2751502379793924697?l=goodlifepat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/2751502379793924697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626697622180529441&amp;postID=2751502379793924697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/2751502379793924697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/2751502379793924697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/2010/05/poor-baby.html' title='Poor Baby'/><author><name>Katie Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05805680313303608691</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-1626697622180529441.post-4196478782640287867</id><published>2010-04-08T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T19:25:35.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modesty</title><content type='html'>Maddie set the table for dinner one night. (she got all the spoons out of the drawer and put them on the table. ) Then she sat in her chair. She had on a dress and it rode up her leg some when she sat down. She tugged on the skirt and said "I gotta pull my skirt down so you cant see my booty" But then she goes outside, after a bath, completely naked. So I dont think she knows how she wants to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626697622180529441-4196478782640287867?l=goodlifepat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/4196478782640287867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626697622180529441&amp;postID=4196478782640287867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/4196478782640287867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/4196478782640287867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/2010/04/modesty.html' title='Modesty'/><author><name>Katie Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05805680313303608691</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-1626697622180529441.post-7620444965039717831</id><published>2010-04-08T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T19:22:44.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Title</title><content type='html'>I had to change the title of the blog. Maddie's favorite saying is "What about me, what about Maddie?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626697622180529441-7620444965039717831?l=goodlifepat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/7620444965039717831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626697622180529441&amp;postID=7620444965039717831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/7620444965039717831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/7620444965039717831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-title.html' title='New Title'/><author><name>Katie Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05805680313303608691</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-1626697622180529441.post-6865589905130852177</id><published>2010-03-29T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T06:16:49.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74nL7qslXnI/S7CoIEIkMpI/AAAAAAAAABE/KsOuD9JCl9s/s1600/spaceman.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74nL7qslXnI/S7CoIEIkMpI/AAAAAAAAABE/KsOuD9JCl9s/s320/spaceman.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454044005247758994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      Look Mom, Im a spaceman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626697622180529441-6865589905130852177?l=goodlifepat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/6865589905130852177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626697622180529441&amp;postID=6865589905130852177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/6865589905130852177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/6865589905130852177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/2010/03/look-mom-im-spaceman.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05805680313303608691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74nL7qslXnI/S7CoIEIkMpI/AAAAAAAAABE/KsOuD9JCl9s/s72-c/spaceman.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626697622180529441.post-3614077148434803865</id><published>2010-03-07T06:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T06:04:30.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Listen to Mommy</title><content type='html'>We are trying to potty train Maddie. Shes not doing too bad. but on days she is very active she doesnt want to stop to go potty. So after the second time of going in her pants, Brian asked her if she wanted a spanking. I looked over and told him that you shouldn't punish like that when potty training. Maddie looked back and forth between him and me and said "Daddy, listen to Mommy" Brian and I just laughed and Maddie thought she got out of a spanking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626697622180529441-3614077148434803865?l=goodlifepat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/3614077148434803865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626697622180529441&amp;postID=3614077148434803865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/3614077148434803865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/3614077148434803865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/2010/03/better-listen-to-mommy.html' title='Better Listen to Mommy'/><author><name>Katie Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05805680313303608691</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-1626697622180529441.post-8661987523558251709</id><published>2010-02-13T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:53:18.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The manipulator</title><content type='html'>Ok so maddie has learned how to manipulate things to go her way. I asked her if she wanted to watch Wubbzy and she said no. I said so what do you want to watch. After a while she said Diego. "But I dont have Diego" I said. She said " Well, grandma has Diego" She had thought of something that I didnt have but grandma did so that I would take her over there. She has also learned how to unlock my phone, get into my pictures and look at and scroll through them. I've had grown people that couldnt figure out how to unlock my phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626697622180529441-8661987523558251709?l=goodlifepat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/8661987523558251709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626697622180529441&amp;postID=8661987523558251709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/8661987523558251709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/8661987523558251709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/2010/02/manipulator.html' title='The manipulator'/><author><name>Katie Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05805680313303608691</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-1626697622180529441.post-2250220501391048773</id><published>2009-11-10T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T19:43:55.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not a bird!!</title><content type='html'>Maddie was in one of her usual funks the other night. Nothing would please her, I suppose she was tired. Brian was trying to get her to eat her noodles because she hadn't eaten anything much all day. He decided to make a game of it and showed her how the baby bird eats the noodle like a worm. Then he tried to feed her like a bird too. She looked at him and said "No, Im not a bird"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626697622180529441-2250220501391048773?l=goodlifepat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/2250220501391048773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626697622180529441&amp;postID=2250220501391048773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/2250220501391048773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/2250220501391048773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-not-bird.html' title='I&apos;m not a bird!!'/><author><name>Katie Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05805680313303608691</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-1626697622180529441.post-1049766612559274732</id><published>2009-11-07T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T07:22:22.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bone in my leg</title><content type='html'>Maddie was showing us how she can dance last night. She was having everyone clap while she danced what looked like clogging. Shes very good at that. When she finally tired out she plopped down in her chair and reached down and grabbed her leg and said "I got a bone in my leg". For those of you who do not understand that, Papa always says that when someone wants him to get up and do something but he doesnt feel like getting up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626697622180529441-1049766612559274732?l=goodlifepat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/1049766612559274732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626697622180529441&amp;postID=1049766612559274732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/1049766612559274732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/1049766612559274732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/2009/11/bone-in-my-leg.html' title='Bone in my leg'/><author><name>Katie Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05805680313303608691</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-1626697622180529441.post-2674174395355474421</id><published>2009-11-07T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T07:15:48.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBees</title><content type='html'>The other day Papa was sitting on the porch and Maddie was playing around him. She picked up a container of BB's and asked him what it was. He said "Those are BB's." She threw them down so fast it took us a minute to realize what was going on. When Papa said BB's she heard Bee Bee's. She thought she had a bunch of bees in her hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626697622180529441-2674174395355474421?l=goodlifepat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/2674174395355474421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626697622180529441&amp;postID=2674174395355474421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/2674174395355474421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/2674174395355474421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/2009/11/bbees.html' title='BBees'/><author><name>Katie Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05805680313303608691</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-1626697622180529441.post-1911908169285183092</id><published>2009-11-07T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T07:11:48.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much Dora</title><content type='html'>Maddie was trying to reach her magnetic letters on the fridge this morning. She squatted down and told me to come here. Then she said, "ok everybody stand up, stand up. Okay, ready? Now Jump." Then she jumped up to reach her letters. I'd say she was watching too much Dora and Diego. That exactly what they say when they want you to "help" them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626697622180529441-1911908169285183092?l=goodlifepat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/1911908169285183092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626697622180529441&amp;postID=1911908169285183092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/1911908169285183092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/1911908169285183092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/2009/11/too-much-dora.html' title='Too much Dora'/><author><name>Katie Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05805680313303608691</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-1626697622180529441.post-1174619314429208820</id><published>2009-10-27T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:19:35.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies and Milk</title><content type='html'>Brian showed Maddie how to dip half a cookie into milk and bite it off. Well, he walked away and came back a few minutes later to find about 10 half cookies on the table. He didn't show her what to do with the other half.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626697622180529441-1174619314429208820?l=goodlifepat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/1174619314429208820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626697622180529441&amp;postID=1174619314429208820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/1174619314429208820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/1174619314429208820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/2009/10/cookies-and-milk.html' title='Cookies and Milk'/><author><name>Katie Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05805680313303608691</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626697622180529441.post-6630576078581849243</id><published>2009-10-27T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:19:26.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommies bed, Mommies bed!!</title><content type='html'>I've avoided having Maddie sleep in my bed for almost 3 years. Now when I go to put her down for the night she says Mommies bed, Mommies bed. It is very dangerous to sleep with her in my bed....for me. She has some very powerful kicks during the night. She's not as bad as she used to be but i can still hear her hit the rails of her toddler bed sometimes at night. I know it has to hurt, those things are thick solid wood. But I guess anyone who can sleep through my snoring can endure anything. hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626697622180529441-6630576078581849243?l=goodlifepat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/6630576078581849243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626697622180529441&amp;postID=6630576078581849243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/6630576078581849243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/6630576078581849243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/2009/10/mommies-bed-mommies-bed.html' title='Mommies bed, Mommies bed!!'/><author><name>Katie Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05805680313303608691</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-1626697622180529441.post-6964109669615958642</id><published>2009-10-18T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:45:36.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74nL7qslXnI/Stvgk5MyatI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Sl0xiuCto4o/s1600-h/DSC_4353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74nL7qslXnI/Stvgk5MyatI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Sl0xiuCto4o/s320/DSC_4353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394151903140670162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie has learned to take off her diaper. She's never really been interested in taking her clothes off before. But now I have to keep pants on her or she will take it off. I just looked over at her and it seems im going to have to wash all her pacifiers. Since she doesnt have a diaper on shes stuck them where the sun dont shine. She likes to pretend shes a horsey. It started off with nice horse sounds and she would rear up and neigh. Now all she does is scream a high pitched scream. I can hardly take it. When i have a headache its like shes tearing out my brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626697622180529441-6964109669615958642?l=goodlifepat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/6964109669615958642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626697622180529441&amp;postID=6964109669615958642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/6964109669615958642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/6964109669615958642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-much.html' title='Not much'/><author><name>Katie Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05805680313303608691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74nL7qslXnI/Stvgk5MyatI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Sl0xiuCto4o/s72-c/DSC_4353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626697622180529441.post-3330520683275759598</id><published>2009-10-16T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:21:25.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Mother, Like Daughter</title><content type='html'>Well, it appears that while Maddie may look like Brian, she is all her mother. All three of us were playing on the bed before it was time to go to night-night. Brian was tickling Maddie and all of a sudden she rolled onto her stomach and said "tickle my back". That made us all laugh. Then when Brian was tickling her back she laid her head to one side and closed her eyes and had a grin on her face that said "I always get what I want". It was too cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626697622180529441-3330520683275759598?l=goodlifepat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/3330520683275759598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626697622180529441&amp;postID=3330520683275759598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/3330520683275759598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/3330520683275759598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-mother-like-daughter.html' title='Like Mother, Like Daughter'/><author><name>Katie Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05805680313303608691</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-1626697622180529441.post-7087829640540619185</id><published>2009-10-13T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:31:02.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74nL7qslXnI/StUbszLlkkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/07-GKv1SAHo/s1600-h/DSC_4314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74nL7qslXnI/StUbszLlkkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/07-GKv1SAHo/s320/DSC_4314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392246585313038914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie had fun at the Cape Fear fair. She was not scared one bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626697622180529441-7087829640540619185?l=goodlifepat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/7087829640540619185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626697622180529441&amp;postID=7087829640540619185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/7087829640540619185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/7087829640540619185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/2009/10/maddie-had-fun-at-cape-fear-fair.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05805680313303608691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74nL7qslXnI/StUbszLlkkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/07-GKv1SAHo/s72-c/DSC_4314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1626697622180529441.post-4406893532443238135</id><published>2009-10-13T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:27:56.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><title type='text'>Yours is bigger</title><content type='html'>Maddie wanted some ice cream one day. Papa made two bowls, a small one for her and a big one for himself. While Papa was putting the ice cream back in the freezer Maddie was at the table switching ice cream bowls with him. Papa turned back around and sat down to a small bowl of ice cream. Needless to say, Maddie got a big bowl of ice cream that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1626697622180529441-4406893532443238135?l=goodlifepat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/feeds/4406893532443238135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1626697622180529441&amp;postID=4406893532443238135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/4406893532443238135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1626697622180529441/posts/default/4406893532443238135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodlifepat.blogspot.com/2009/10/yours-is-bigger.html' title='Yours is bigger'/><author><name>Katie Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05805680313303608691</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></feed>
