<?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-8061757405982194507</id><updated>2011-07-19T07:20:00.083-07:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='goals'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='babies'/><category term='haircuts'/><category term='messes'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>A day in the life of a normal crazy family of 5</title><subtitle type='html'>My daily battles as a Mom, Wife, and me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-11695913959405613</id><published>2009-01-25T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:43:36.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You say I'm crazy, I got your crazy!</title><content type='html'>Okay.  It has been forever since I have been able to blog.  Let me update.&lt;br /&gt;Triniti: She still likes school, somewhat.  Compared to kindergarten, there is not enough recess.  It is work, work, work.  That is what she says.  She tells me math is boring.  Yet someone asked her what her favorite subject in school was and she said "well recess, but that's not  a subject, so I guess math!".  She wears a uniform to school everyday, I thought it would be easy.  Yet somehow Triniti still makes is hard!  She is getting a little bit of a sassy mouth.  And asking if she will have to wear a bra when she is 8? Oh please, I am not ready for "the talk"!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everett:  Everett is Everett.  I see him becoming smarter.  Knowing his shapes, colors, numbers.  Asking a lot of questions.  His behavior is the only thing that hasn't grown.  I finally, finally, got him an appointment to see the behavioral pediatrician.  Not until April though.  Lets just sum it up this way, a lot of screaming, a lot of tantrums, a big messy room and a lot of tears, from both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayton:  Oh boy.  This one.  He does not dig his own toys. Only wants to play with his brother or sisters' toys.  And he absolutely loves my silverware and spatulas.  Also loves the pots and pans.  Actually anything you don't want him to play with he does!  He climbs a lot.  He is very strong, I am talking superhuman strength.  And his is very clever.  He also has a temper.  His new thing is if he is in trouble or mad he screams, SCREAMS, high pitch screams at the top of his lungs.  My ears feel like they are bleeding when he does that.  He also likes to only wear his diaper.  He also gets mad when I put on my apron. Don't have a clue why.  But he does have the greatest sense of humor.  And he is starting to say many words.  Usually two together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Whomever said life wasn't easy, really knew what they were talking about.  But then easy would be boring and I don't like boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-11695913959405613?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/11695913959405613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=11695913959405613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/11695913959405613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/11695913959405613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-say-im-crazy-i-got-your-crazy.html' title='You say I&apos;m crazy, I got your crazy!'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-6058562565555843297</id><published>2008-10-28T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:29:06.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everett</title><content type='html'>The things kids say. Everett"I want to watch Little Bill again!"  Mommy " OK, their is another show coming on  next", Everett " No! Back Forwards it!"  Which he means, rewind it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-6058562565555843297?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/6058562565555843297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=6058562565555843297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/6058562565555843297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/6058562565555843297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/10/everett.html' title='Everett'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-3230358284047457809</id><published>2008-10-16T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:52:58.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama</title><content type='html'>So Everett had his first day of preschool on Tuesday. Me and Trevor drove him up there about 12pm. On our way up my mom calls me and warns me that there has been a stabbing and they have called for many officers to be at the school. Just as she informs me of this (she has a police scanner) there goes the fire engine. As we arrive at the school, we see the police with the student who had been stabbed. We were able to drive around to the teachers parking lot, where Everett is dropped off. I walked him to his new class. He responded very well. The teacher was really excited to see him. This was Trinitis preschool. But they have a new, bigger room. Anyways, I talked to the teacher for a few minutes, said goodbye to Everett, whom didn't care! As I walked down the hallway, I hear running. Whizzing past me a principal and 5 police officers. Great, headed right towards where Trevor is parked.  Some teacher or whomever he was stopped me at the hall and asked who I was. I proceeded in telling him I was a parent dropping off a preschooler.  He said well you have to go to the office. I said my husband and baby are in the teachers parking lot.  He said do you have a phone? I said I do, but they don't. But I had to go to the office. Oh great, I hope they were not going to be involved in a shootout or anything! So I go to the front of the school, hoping to see Trevor somewhere.  I call my mom and ask her if she knows of anything else going on? They have a suspects name.  Just then here comes the kid in handcuffs.  Whew!! But still no Trevor.  Finally, he comes out of the driveway.  He then tells me how when he was driving out a cop stopped him.  Note: Trevor and cops don't mix well.  History. Anyways, Trevor gets nervous and doesn't know what to say.  The cop asked him who he was and what he was doing.  The cop had his hand on the mirror and told Trevor that he had to search the car. And the cop is holding his gun out! Poor Dayton I can't even imagine what he is thinking.  Well, I guess you have to say it was an exciting first day of preschool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-3230358284047457809?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/3230358284047457809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=3230358284047457809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/3230358284047457809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/3230358284047457809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/10/drama.html' title='Drama'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-236679756830825944</id><published>2008-10-16T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:06:09.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture day</title><content type='html'>Triniti had picture day a couple of weeks ago.  She was so excited because she wears uniforms to school every day and was looking forward to wearing a dress.  She wanted her Auntie to curl her hair but we don't have a curling iron. So I braided her hair the night before her pictures.  In the morning we took the braids out and put some product in it.  She loved it! Here are some pics we took before school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Triniti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SPedNaVCeCI/AAAAAAAAAMs/sMMoYaBnSXw/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257843943709767714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SPedNaVCeCI/AAAAAAAAAMs/sMMoYaBnSXw/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everett trying to get in the pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SPedNhZwiPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5MPR9GiKkkk/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257843945608612082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SPedNhZwiPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5MPR9GiKkkk/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The back of her hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SPedN5rrSVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3IYhgnTpG_w/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257843952126216530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SPedN5rrSVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3IYhgnTpG_w/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dayton having his moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SPedNxqLTRI/AAAAAAAAANE/Fb7hnnCDQYU/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257843949972442386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SPedNxqLTRI/AAAAAAAAANE/Fb7hnnCDQYU/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-236679756830825944?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/236679756830825944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=236679756830825944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/236679756830825944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/236679756830825944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/10/picture-day.html' title='Picture day'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SPedNaVCeCI/AAAAAAAAAMs/sMMoYaBnSXw/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-4432789582397990585</id><published>2008-10-16T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:53:05.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boomers</title><content type='html'>On Sunday was my cousins son 4 year birthday. We went to Boomers in Livermore. You only get like an hour at the party table, but otherwise its cool. My cousins bought everyone in the party wristbands so we could go do any of the activities that we wanted to do. These included pee wee golfing, go kart racing and laser tag. I took Triniti on the go kart and Trevor took Everett. They absolutely loved those! Although the first time on, when they have you slow down and stop to pull into the starting point again, um duh you stop! Well the idiot kid behind me decided to use me and Triniti as their stopping point! Trinitis' jaw hurt and my knee and head hurt me the rest of the day. But that didn't stop us from going again! We tried pee wee golfing. Dayton wanted to pick up everyones balls and Everett want to throw them.  So me and Trevor took them out of the game, and let Triniti finish with gramma and her 2 uncles.  After pee wee golfing we did laser tag. Which was a lot of fun! Everett did it for the most part but gave up about 3 minutes before the game was over. All in all it was a fun day and Dayton had the most fun sitting at the games driving the steering wheels. He didn't want to be anywhere else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-4432789582397990585?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/4432789582397990585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=4432789582397990585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/4432789582397990585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/4432789582397990585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/10/boomers.html' title='Boomers'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-7360271239561054624</id><published>2008-09-18T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:00:47.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A long couple of weeks</title><content type='html'>Well Everett's tenure in preschool is no more.  He didn't do to well.  He loved going.  He made a best friend.  Everett just can not control his impulses and anger.  He had to be removed from the program because he threw a toy and it hit a girl in her head.  I was going to class with him all week.  The teacher thought maybe I would be able to calm him down.  I told her it would make it worse.  He seemed to do OK the first day.  He does not want to participate in circle time.  He would run around the room, or crawl under the tables, disrupting the class.  He had a hard time calming down.  But he is not always hyper like this.  Long story short, I am trying to get him into to see a behavior specialist, if we could ever connect on the phone.  I am very stressed out.  I can't tell you how many times I have cried this week.  Last week on his 2ND day, he had a tantrum and scratched his teacher.  The thing that I was hoping is that he was just going to be like this at home and not at school.  We will get through this.  Everett is so smart and so lovable, but he just doesn't seem to have impulse control.  I could go on and on about the things he does.  I love him and I will do all that I can to make sure he has a great future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-7360271239561054624?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/7360271239561054624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=7360271239561054624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/7360271239561054624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/7360271239561054624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-couple-of-weeks.html' title='A long couple of weeks'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-8288457505644285718</id><published>2008-09-04T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:17:46.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Baby</title><content type='html'>My little baby has had a fever for 3 days now. Almost 4. I don't usually rush my children to the doctor when they have a fever. I am semi experienced now. I still worry a lot though. Really his only symptom is the fever. And not doing much but laying and staying by me where ever I am. He tries to eat and tries to play, but whines a lot. I can't tell you how many times I have taken my kids to the Doctors and been told he/she has a virus, if I had a dollar for every virus my kids have had I would be rich! But I would rather be safe than sorry. Dayton's fever is still pretty high so I made him an appointment for this afternoon. I will update, but I am sure it is just a virus. He actually had a fever a month ago. Right after his Fever broke, guess what I discovered? 2 molars! I actually discovered a new tooth yesterday, but the "experts" will tell you a fever is not associated with getting teeth. Um? ***UPDATE*** He has hand, foot and mouth virus.  But of course it will just go away on it's own. Hopefully sooner rather than later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-8288457505644285718?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/8288457505644285718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=8288457505644285718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/8288457505644285718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/8288457505644285718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/09/poor-baby.html' title='Poor Baby'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-6223476310501644655</id><published>2008-09-04T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:14:39.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOS</title><content type='html'>So Everett had his orientation on Tuesday. I went with him and filled out paperwork, while he met a couple of students and the teachers. Everything went very well at first. He sat in circle time and listened to his Teacher talk about class and the rules. Then they walked us to the cafeteria and showed them where they would be eating lunch. The kids all have to walk in a straight line and hold their hands behind their back. All went well with Everett. I was feeling good. When we got back from that, the Teacher showed them their playground. They weren't able to play yet and Everett even seemed OK with that. She let them play in the toy section in class and told them they could play for a few minutes and then they would have circle time. So after about 7 min the Teacher rang the bell. It was time to clean up the toys. Here comes the fun! Everett did not want to stop playing. When his teachers tried to get him to clean up and go to circle time, he refused. Refused very loudly. He screamed at his teachers "no, I don't want to" and "I don't want to talk right now!" I finally went over there and tried to talk with him and he ended up scratching my arm and yelling at me. Finally the Teachers assistant got him to walk over to the circle, the Teacher was done singing. And there came the loud cry! So I had to explain to the Teacher this was his behavior lately, screaming and having crying fits. She told me what they would do with him. I told her how I try to handle him at home. He tried to go back to the toys and his teacher said the play area was closed, there was another class coming in. She was on her knees, kindly talking to him, I was waiting for him to hit or spit in her face. Which he didn't, thank goodness! I ended up having to carry him out. I am glad in a way they got to see him at his worst. But I was so embarrassed. And I don't know what to expect. He starts going Monday, full days. I have talked with him about screaming at his teachers. I have also gone over the rules of the class, so hopefully, seeing that he wants to go to school really bad, he will do OK. Cross your fingers. Did I mention how stressed out I am? Trevor asked "Can you do homeschooling?"  I said "Possibly!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-6223476310501644655?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/6223476310501644655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=6223476310501644655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/6223476310501644655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/6223476310501644655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/09/sos.html' title='SOS'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-879415194112671772</id><published>2008-08-29T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:08:16.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago, we let Triniti stay up and watch the movie "Click".  I was actually on the computer.  Her and Trevor were watching it.  Well first you should know, I pretty much cry at anything.  Commercials, movies, videos, songs, most everything.  I am a very, very, empathic person.  Whenever we watch a movie and there is a part where someone may cry, everybody turns to look at me to see if I am crying.  Yeah, pathetic!  Anyways, so the part in the movie where Adam Sandler is dying and his family leaves the hospital and he chases them out of the hospital in the rain and he is calling his sons name.  Well mind you I was at the computer, I was tearing up and not even watching the thing, I tell you......!  All of a sudden Triniti says " I can't hold my cry in anymore"  And she just bawls.  I laughed because it reminded me of myself.  I had to tell here though that it was OK, I was not laughing at her.  It's also OK to cry when something touches you.  I informed her I was crying and I was at the computer for goodness sakes.  But we also had to explain a little about the movie, and some more assurance that it was OK to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-879415194112671772?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/879415194112671772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=879415194112671772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/879415194112671772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/879415194112671772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/08/crying.html' title='Crying'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-2672973308552021390</id><published>2008-08-27T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:55:47.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of 1st grade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLXpU9-2kwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ce-nWxOOMb8/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239350287960281858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLXpU9-2kwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ce-nWxOOMb8/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLXpVFpGn4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/jxm7zpy6cGM/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239350290016542594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLXpVFpGn4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/jxm7zpy6cGM/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLXpVeT-svI/AAAAAAAAAME/n3KDolPuciw/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239350296638829298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLXpVeT-svI/AAAAAAAAAME/n3KDolPuciw/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLXpVq8iWrI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6AH8wbeMiTQ/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239350300030163634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLXpVq8iWrI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6AH8wbeMiTQ/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLXpV5NiiMI/AAAAAAAAAMU/VmRNG3RqVBg/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239350303859574978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLXpV5NiiMI/AAAAAAAAAMU/VmRNG3RqVBg/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this morning was Triniti's first day of school. She was so excited last night, she took a long time to fall asleep! But she got up this morning bright and early. Trevor had the day off. So he walked with us and so did Gramma. We left a little early not knowing what to anticipate, since the school just opened. The kids had to wait in the patio area by their class number. Triniti found her friends and had no problem leaving us. Dayton even thought he was cool, dragging around sissy's backpack. And on she went. Since it was Wednesday, they only go to school until 12:35pm. I actually got to meet her teacher, whom is very nice. I also got to see her cool new classroom. Everett also got to sneak a peek into his classroom. Their classrooms are right across from each other. Triniti said 1st grade is fun (wait until she finds out how much work she will have!). Her teacher is nice and funny. Now she can not wait until tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-2672973308552021390?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/2672973308552021390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=2672973308552021390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/2672973308552021390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/2672973308552021390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/08/1st-day-of-1st-grade.html' title='1st day of 1st grade!'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLXpU9-2kwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ce-nWxOOMb8/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-5865224188032571197</id><published>2008-08-26T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:14:58.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The night before school.....</title><content type='html'>We just walked up to our school to see what class Triniti will be in.  She found out 1 of her best friends is in the same class with her, so she is super excited.  Looks like a few others she had kindergarten with are also going to be in her class.  I tried talking to one of the mothers from last year, but she doesn't speak English and I don't speak Spanish.  I think I need to learn.  There are like 95 % Spanish speaking at Trinitis' school.  Also I went to parent orientation for Everetts' preschool.  He actually does not start until the 8th and he is pretty upset about that.  His and Trinitis' rooms are right next to each other.  We are really excited this year because they just built a $35 Million dollar school!  I got a small preview the other day, and it is so beautiful.  I can't believe it is in our town.  Well on to prepare for tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-5865224188032571197?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/5865224188032571197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=5865224188032571197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/5865224188032571197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/5865224188032571197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/08/night-before-school.html' title='The night before school.....'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-8542056355481223868</id><published>2008-08-24T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T11:22:32.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircuts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;School starts soon and they all needed haircuts! Triniti has had her haircut several times.  This was Everett's second attempt at a real haircut.  He did really well.  One time saying "I'm not crying, this doesn't hurt!"  And Dayton, well this was his very first haircut!  I was really back and forth and getting his hair cut.  But in the end I realized his hair was getting too long, and he was beginning to look like a little girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Triniti's pretty hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLGllCoh04I/AAAAAAAAALM/Zefkg35XHQ8/s1600-h/DSCF0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238149897389200258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLGllCoh04I/AAAAAAAAALM/Zefkg35XHQ8/s320/DSCF0091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everett playing while getting a haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLGllM_QPQI/AAAAAAAAALU/r9CBh5pyP2o/s1600-h/DSCF0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238149900168871170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLGllM_QPQI/AAAAAAAAALU/r9CBh5pyP2o/s320/DSCF0089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He was impressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLGllagqbeI/AAAAAAAAALc/prnD02IC0ow/s1600-h/DSCF0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238149903798660578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLGllagqbeI/AAAAAAAAALc/prnD02IC0ow/s320/DSCF0094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before, my baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLGlljl57CI/AAAAAAAAALk/YesoxUip7p0/s1600-h/DSCF0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238149906236566562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLGlljl57CI/AAAAAAAAALk/YesoxUip7p0/s320/DSCF0096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After, my little handsome guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLGllz3dwwI/AAAAAAAAALs/84XJEpJ5mDw/s1600-h/DSCF0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238149910605185794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLGllz3dwwI/AAAAAAAAALs/84XJEpJ5mDw/s320/DSCF0099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-8542056355481223868?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/8542056355481223868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=8542056355481223868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/8542056355481223868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/8542056355481223868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/08/haircuts.html' title='Haircuts!'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLGllCoh04I/AAAAAAAAALM/Zefkg35XHQ8/s72-c/DSCF0091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-5174354487984733446</id><published>2008-08-12T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:04:57.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new neighborhood park and school!</title><content type='html'>The new school opens in two weeks, and we are so excited, we have watched this being built from the ground up.  And the new skate/play park has just opened.  Yesterday morning we went to see if the water was going.  They were still trying to get the levels right or something. They said it would probably be on in a couple of hours and tomorrow for sure (today now!)  So we go there last night. The kids got their swimsuits on and I slathered them in sun lotion.  About 4 pm we drove by the park and saw kids in the water and the water going.  When we get there, is the water turned on? NO!!!!!  Everett's heart was broke and our window almost!  Needless to say we are super excited about this park, we can walk there in  less than 10 minutes when the streets are opened.  Plus this is the nicest park in our whole city now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHPUqShDaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xYFUMHp7rMY/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233692195837513122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHPUqShDaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xYFUMHp7rMY/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHPU2YVxGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eAChN2aojBc/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233692199083164770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHPU2YVxGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eAChN2aojBc/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHPU7kpXwI/AAAAAAAAALE/MFc2CaXRIHo/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233692200476958466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHPU7kpXwI/AAAAAAAAALE/MFc2CaXRIHo/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHOva8AXdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Q8uD04R8i8s/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233691556061404626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHOva8AXdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Q8uD04R8i8s/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHOv_dzrdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Y6IXvs9QUUA/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233691565866855890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHOv_dzrdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Y6IXvs9QUUA/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHOvyKOWWI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HETnd3uYNdE/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233691562295056738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHOvyKOWWI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HETnd3uYNdE/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHOwNmwMXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/HeKB4mmTwFM/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233691569662472562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHOwNmwMXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/HeKB4mmTwFM/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHOwQZeyLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/OCBReLGYWCs/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233691570412112050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHOwQZeyLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/OCBReLGYWCs/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8061757405982194507-5174354487984733446?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/5174354487984733446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=5174354487984733446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/5174354487984733446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/5174354487984733446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-new-neighborhood-park-and-school.html' title='Our new neighborhood park and school!'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHPUqShDaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xYFUMHp7rMY/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-7821678679413782369</id><published>2008-08-09T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:33:29.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny things kids say</title><content type='html'>At dinner last night I received a phone call. Which I hate when people call at dinnertime! Anyways, it was somebody wanting to ask some questions about some research.  I politely said I don't have the time I am feeding a baby right now.  So when I hung up Triniti asked "who was that?"  I said " Oh just someone wanting to ask me some questions, I don't want to talk with them."  Triniti replies "Why don't you want to talk to them? Are you guilty?"  I said "ha ha ha, no I am not guilty!"  Triniti then said "Those are the hardest questions!" I said " Oh, when you are being asked about something you did and you are guilty?" "Yeah."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-7821678679413782369?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/7821678679413782369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=7821678679413782369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/7821678679413782369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/7821678679413782369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/08/funny-things-kids-say.html' title='Funny things kids say'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-8267867152502677191</id><published>2008-08-01T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:46:34.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Most of the animals were laying around. None of them were playing.  I guess they were having a lazy day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM8mzsj_kI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DK_54CKz6uU/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229590229717089858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM8mzsj_kI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DK_54CKz6uU/s320/066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This penquin stood there with his mouth open for as long as we were there, 15 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM8nLvQsPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SmvD5zuxZ_k/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229590236170858738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM8nLvQsPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SmvD5zuxZ_k/s320/067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These two couldn't make up their mind about going into the water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM8nc83iTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3NowmmEnJE8/s1600-h/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229590240791333170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM8nc83iTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3NowmmEnJE8/s320/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anteaters are strange looking animals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM8ninuuXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WAJ4SPQVLqM/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229590242313288050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM8ninuuXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WAJ4SPQVLqM/s320/085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kangaroos laying around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM8n_gItMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vqRIYTS6jBA/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229590250066064578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM8n_gItMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vqRIYTS6jBA/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zebra laying around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM7ZtgB3II/AAAAAAAAAI8/FyTNQyGz6g4/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229588905203981442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM7ZtgB3II/AAAAAAAAAI8/FyTNQyGz6g4/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ape and his backside, laying around!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM7ZxzMkQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/up8PFN_PUoI/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229588906358116610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM7ZxzMkQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/up8PFN_PUoI/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The baby Giraffes, whose Mama just passed away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM7e0n6COI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ND07M_yV8lc/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229588993015417058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM7e0n6COI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ND07M_yV8lc/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The peacocks, owned the zoo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM7fBLXSCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jaU5CHX5qHY/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229588996385359906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM7fBLXSCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jaU5CHX5qHY/s320/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr. Lion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM7fXVXTcI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rty8ogUXAM8/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229589002332884418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM7fXVXTcI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rty8ogUXAM8/s320/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Lion, laying around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-8267867152502677191?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/8267867152502677191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=8267867152502677191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/8267867152502677191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/8267867152502677191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/08/most-of-animals-were-laying-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM8mzsj_kI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DK_54CKz6uU/s72-c/066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-621033746612282919</id><published>2008-08-01T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:31:47.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;For my birthday we went to the San Francisco Zoo. Trevor and me had not been to the Zoo in at least ten years.  I went there many times as a kid, but I didn't even realize the Zoo is right next to the Pacific Ocean!  We had a great time.  Everett though, knowing there was a train, thought all the animals were stupid.  Once we rode the train, he than loved the animals. Dayton enjoyed the tigers, penguins, and fences. You would of thought Dayton was a monkey with all the climbing he does! There was so many animals to see, that we will be going there again, beacause we didn't get to see all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM4gJp0GOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VVT8m8DoQKA/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229585717305546978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM4gJp0GOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VVT8m8DoQKA/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting for the Train ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM4gkA9fdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/x4NC6chXYj4/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229585724381953490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM4gkA9fdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/x4NC6chXYj4/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everett and his love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM4gvQ3FhI/AAAAAAAAAIk/46tGqY_4oWE/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229585727401432594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM4gvQ3FhI/AAAAAAAAAIk/46tGqY_4oWE/s320/079.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Triniti Posing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM4g0Wal6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/z98h2NmpPrg/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229585728766908322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM4g0Wal6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/z98h2NmpPrg/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dayton trying to get into a stangers bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM4hNAw3AI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-3VAOsatt8I/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229585735386979330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM4hNAw3AI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-3VAOsatt8I/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us at the entrance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM3ihgGJwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LQGAJb3Okz4/s1600-h/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229584658555348738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM3ihgGJwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LQGAJb3Okz4/s320/097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Holding some animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM3i3L5l-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/MZVwig99J9o/s1600-h/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229584664376219618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM3i3L5l-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/MZVwig99J9o/s320/082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Triniti and the cotton candy that took her tooth!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM3jLWrO9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/tkEyiYdsUVs/s1600-h/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229584669790125010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM3jLWrO9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/tkEyiYdsUVs/s320/071.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making a wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM3jR-UkSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nZDO7HGQrRA/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229584671567024418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM3jR-UkSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nZDO7HGQrRA/s320/068.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dayton watching the penguins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM3jk3gtxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6M8QsUibVPc/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229584676638734098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-621033746612282919?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/621033746612282919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=621033746612282919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/621033746612282919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/621033746612282919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-my-birthday-we-went-to-san.html' title=''/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM4gJp0GOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VVT8m8DoQKA/s72-c/041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-2671409385940040049</id><published>2008-07-30T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:37:05.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;A. Attached or Single?Attached&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;B. Best Friend? Trevor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;C. Cake or pie? Cake - Chocolate Cake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;D. Day of choice? Tuesday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;E. Essential item? Water&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;F. Favorite color? Purple&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;G. Gummy bears or worms? Bears&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;H. Home town? Hayward&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I. Favorite indulgence? Ice Cream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;J. January or July? July&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;K. Kids? 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;L. Life isn’t complete without? My husband and kids&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;M. Marriage date? December 2, 2000&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;N. Number of brothers and sisters? 3 brothers and 2 sisters&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;O. Oranges or Apples? Apples&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P. Phobias? Getting into a really bad car accident&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Q. Quotes? "Dream as is you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;R. Reasons to smile? The love I get from my husband and kids&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;S. Season of choice? Summer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;T. Tag 5 people: I don't have anyone to tag&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;U. Unknown fact about me? I had my tongue pierced once, a long time ago...!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;V. Vegetable? Asparagus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;W. Worst habit? Procrastinating&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;X. X-ray or Ultrasound? Ultrasounds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Y. Your favorite food? Mexican&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Z. Zodiac sign? Leo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Z. Which zoo animal is your favorite? Elephants &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-2671409385940040049?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/2671409385940040049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=2671409385940040049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/2671409385940040049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/2671409385940040049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-tagged.html' title='I was tagged'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-4040164537276999443</id><published>2008-07-24T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T12:34:41.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jury Duty drama!</title><content type='html'>So I was sent a summons for Jury Duty. I actually received 2. One for Oakland and one for Hayward. So I call and let them know. They or me can't figure out why I received two. They only difference on the summons was the date. The date for Oakland was July 23 and the date for Hayward was July 24. So the lady asked me which court I preferred, duh, Hayward, I live in walking distance of the courthouse. Anyways, she told to disregard the Oakland one, and call in for the Hayward one. So today was the day, actually you call the number after 5 pm and listen to your reporting instructions. Well mine said the info wasn't available over the phone, I had to talk with somebody. Of course the office was closed. Well you can get online and determine your jury status also. When I got on mine it said I was disqualified. I didn't get it. I finally talk with someone this morning. She tells me my service was for yesterday, the 23rd. OK. So I proceed in telling her the story. She says "I believe you, because nobody could make up a story like this." She then asked me if I could bring the summons to the courthouse so she could get a copy. Then she heard Dayton in the background and asked if I had daycare for him. I said well I can ask his gramma. I'm thinking I might go to jail or something for trying to avoid jury duty! (that's how my warped mind works!) So I get to the courthouse, she makes a copy and tells me they found the problem. There was a computer glitch and some other people were affected also. And that my juror group was called in today but to the Oakland courthouse. Oakland had more cases than they had jurors. She also said she put me as excused. I said thanks and left. My mom and brother both tell me "ooh your lucky" But I have wanted to be on a jury since I turned 18 and became eligible! I want to sit in on a case. I often believe I would be a good attorney. I love to argue and I love to be right. I also love to research my truth and proving just how right I am. Just ask my family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-4040164537276999443?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/4040164537276999443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=4040164537276999443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/4040164537276999443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/4040164537276999443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/07/jury-duty-drama.html' title='Jury Duty drama!'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-317665261089309666</id><published>2008-07-16T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:03:12.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday we decided to go to the mall out in Tracy. Yes, I know, very far, but we needed to get out of this area for a minute! I have been to every store in the area looking for Triniti, some sandals. I waited too long, they already have fall stuff out. I wonder who came up with the idea to sell clothes before the season begins? I would love to slap the crap out of them. Anyways, we go around the mall and again no shoes. I will say this, Triniti is picky. When we couldn't find any shoes, we passed by Claires. She asked to get her ears pierced. This girl has been bugging me every day for her ears pierced! So we said yes. Then she became scared. At first she was nervous and decided no, I told her that was fine, we could come another time. Then, changed her mind again. So we go in and I pay for the earrings. She won't sit down on the piercing chair, so I sit down and tell her she can go on my lap. Still scared. At this point she starts really crying. Long story short, after 3 more times of changing her mind, I was going to get a refund. But again she said OK I will do it. Well that didn't happen. They started to go near her and she started to kick and cover her ears. I told her to get down. Once they open up the earrings you can not have a refund! So I ended up getting my ears pierced. I now have two holes on each ear! The best part of this story though is when we left. Triniti had the tantrum of all tantrums. I have never seen her like this before. She refused to go and wanted her ears pierced, laughable really! We found the nearest exit because everyone was starting to stare. As she's hanging on to the stroller, trying to prevent me from pushing the stroller, she grabs a hold of the bench, and that moves along with us. Somehow we made it out of the mall and she is still screaming in the highest pitch ever "I want my earssssssssssss pierceddddddddddddddddddddd!!!!!! Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-317665261089309666?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/317665261089309666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=317665261089309666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/317665261089309666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/317665261089309666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-6159851093313495831</id><published>2008-07-10T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:55:41.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Already?</title><content type='html'>I could remember in 7th grade becoming obsessed with my clothes and hair. They had to be perfect in my eyes! I would cry and scream and yell before leaving for school because I just would get so frustrated! I never felt that way in elementary school. Anyways, Triniti already is starting her clothes and shoe fits! She announces to me daily she has nothing to wear, everything is old and doesn't match! Even though her drawers are packed full. She asks me to help pick out her outfit and when I do, she says "No, I don't like that".  So I tell her then don't ask for my help! I have threatened to throw away her clothes. I have also told her that I will buy her nothing new and that she will have to wear the clothes she has until they are faded and filled with holes. She has been so picky for the last couple of years with shoes, sock and clothes! OMG, I didn't think it would start at 6 years old, I figured I had at least 5 years before I had to deal with this. But she loves to be pretty! And she can do her own hair, really good too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-6159851093313495831?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/6159851093313495831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=6159851093313495831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/6159851093313495831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/6159851093313495831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/07/already.html' title='Already?'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-745618761686544895</id><published>2008-07-10T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:48:28.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family jewels</title><content type='html'>Dayton has not handled this heat very well. First he has really thick, semi long hair. Almost a mullet. But I don't want to cut it because it's beautiful! So he holds a lot of heat in his head. So I allow him to go without his diaper so he can air out his family jewels, which he loves! I swear boys and their obsessions with their family jewels come early! It was so cute, one night Dayton was standing on the couch and I took his diaper off to get ready for bath time. And he leaned over and just was checking out his package! I wish I had a camera, it was the funniest thing ever! I tell ya this boy has got the silliest faces and personality!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-745618761686544895?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/745618761686544895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=745618761686544895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/745618761686544895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/745618761686544895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-jewels.html' title='Family jewels'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-9160999010515037108</id><published>2008-06-30T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:52:53.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody else out there?</title><content type='html'>With a strong willed child? Oh my goodness, my stress levels have been off the charts these last couple of weeks. I don't know what has gotten into Everett, but I am starting to get concerned. He has always been a handful. We have always had take more time with him. But lately he is getting super angry and throws things. He has been in total destruction mode. The other day he got mad because we had no snacks, so he went into their bedroom and started throwing things, and picked up a video tape and it went right into Trinitis' eye. It scared the crap out of me because it was turning purple and things always seem worse to me. I called my mom screaming and scared Triniti. But she was OK, it did leave a nasty mark on the corner and side of her eye. I have banned everyone from yelling at him. I have noticed he is copying lately. He has been saying Hate a lot and I just could not figure out where or whom he had heard this. Until.....Spongebob was on today. There was Spongebob and Patrick telling each other they hate each other! I said that's it no Spongebob anymore! If his behavior continues downward, I will be getting gray hair earlier and possibly high blood pressure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-9160999010515037108?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/9160999010515037108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=9160999010515037108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/9160999010515037108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/9160999010515037108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/06/anybody-else-out-there.html' title='Anybody else out there?'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-1031464330249202722</id><published>2008-06-30T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:42:49.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daytons birthday</title><content type='html'>We took Dayton to Newpark mall for his first pair of tennis shoes. The first thing he did when the lady put them on was try to shake them off. Then he was OK, and took him several times to get his balance right. We then went to target to buy him some gifts. I left him with gramma and went to toys r us. I had to run to target again to buy him some wrapping paper. Before we picked up Trevor, we stopped at party city. Got Trevor, fed everyone dinner, then ran to Lucky for the cake. When I had bought the cake I thought it was a little pricey, but figured it was just another thing that went up. But I realized when I bought the cake, I bought the big one. 1/2 sheet! Oh my goodness, way too big! Anyways, family came over, opened presents and ate cake. Dayton loved his toys. He especially loved the toy vacuum we got him.  I am now waiting on his aunt to email the pictures she took. I really hate not having a camera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-1031464330249202722?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/1031464330249202722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=1031464330249202722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/1031464330249202722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/1031464330249202722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/06/daytons-birthday.html' title='Daytons birthday'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-2538542867973264491</id><published>2008-06-22T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T10:32:20.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our saturday trip</title><content type='html'>Trevor had a saturday off. Unbelievable I know. So we decided we wanted to go to Half Moon Bay. Triniti has been bugging us to go to the beach for so long. We haven't gone in awhile because of Dayton being a baby. So anyways we decided to go yesterday. It had been 100 degrees the day before and was looking to be a scorcher yesterday also. We all seemed to have cabin fever! We made the terrible mistake of, well first of all going to the beach on a hot, hot saturday, but also in the middle of the afternoon. Oh well. So a 30 minute drive took 1 hour to 1 1/2 hours. We were not able to go to our usual state beach, because the park rangers were turning cars away. So we just kept driving up HWY 1 towards Santa Cruz. At this point the kids are really restless, being that they can see the beach and ocean and we are not stopping. We finally arrive at one that has 1 parking space. It was not packed. It took about 10 minutes to walk from the car to a spot on the beach. Now our beach, and we say "our beach" because I have been going to the same beach in Half moon bay for 20 years. It is just a few steps from the car to the beach. So this new beach was quite a trek. Triniti and Everett were super excited. Dayton was not. He absolutely freaked out when I stood him on the sand. And it was extremely windy on the beach. So windy in fact that sand was flying in our eyes and mouth. We had bought a tent and that is where me and Dayton spent most of our time. He would try to walk out of the tent and than would step on the sand and freeze. So needless to say we only stayed a few hours. All in all it was an OK trip. I think we will wait and go to the beach in August when Dayton is a better walker and maybe he won't be so scared! I did take pictures, but old school pictures. I have to take them and get them developed! Oh my!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-2538542867973264491?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/2538542867973264491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=2538542867973264491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/2538542867973264491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/2538542867973264491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-saturday-trip.html' title='Our saturday trip'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-7753281196187509101</id><published>2008-06-19T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T16:20:25.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of course.....</title><content type='html'>I broke our camera. The most expensive thing we owned besides our car, and technically we don't own that yet! Anyways it always seems to be me that breaks our stuff. We decided to take the kids for a walk by the bay on Tuesday. It is called the SF Bay wildlife refuge, right before you get on the dumbarton bridge.  You have to walk up this incredibly steep, huge hill to get to the visitors center. On our way down, Everett flew down the hill in his target sandals, so I told Trevor he needed to go after his son, because I could just imagine him tripping and rolling down the hill. Then Triniti went ahead of me too. So I decided to stop in the middle of the hill and take pictures of them at the bottom. I got my pictures, and as I attempted to turn of the camera, it slipped right out of my fingers, and BAM! it fell right on the lens and then turned and crashed on the battery cover. I thought it was going to roll down the hill. But it didn't the fall was enough to break it. It won't even turn on to get the pictures I took. Boo Hoo!!!!  So now I will attempt to use my brothers camera, because Dayton is walking like there is no tomorrow, and it is so cute, like a little drunk baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-7753281196187509101?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/7753281196187509101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=7753281196187509101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/7753281196187509101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/7753281196187509101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/06/of-course.html' title='Of course.....'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-4570107428823832837</id><published>2008-06-16T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:01:04.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've got a walker!</title><content type='html'>Dayton, on his own, has decided he would like to start walking. Oh yeah baby. He actually took several steps at his grammas' house when we were not there. And he is taking at least 3 steps and balancing himself here at home. I am just so glad I will not have to carry a 25lb baby around that often anymore. And it does make me sad at the same time he is turning into a toddler and not a little baby guy anymore! I will post pics later, I left my camera in the van. And the van is at Costco, great place to keep a nice camera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-4570107428823832837?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/4570107428823832837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=4570107428823832837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/4570107428823832837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/4570107428823832837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/06/weve-got-walker.html' title='We&apos;ve got a walker!'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-6756025760354809002</id><published>2008-06-13T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:56:38.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Graduation</title><content type='html'>Well lets just say this year has gone by super fast. I was already sad at the beginning of the year that Triniti was going into kinder, now I am sad she is done. They don't have graduations for kinder anymore, at least in the great (cheap on education) state of California. So the teacher put together a pot luck and had the kids read something they wrote. They also sang two songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211410042331652914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SFKl0oAU4zI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GgdzxFaySeE/s320/2008+386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211410039857920738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SFKl0eyiuuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jjqVjYitxXM/s320/2008+370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211410045995890178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SFKl01p8tgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/w0o5BXR5SJw/s320/2008+398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211410053104747986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SFKl1QI1RdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JZn3PJEn0uo/s320/2008+402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we get ready for first grade. She will begin at a brand new school. Actually they are still building it and will be ready in August. Gone are the days of spelling in front of Triniti, thinking she doesn't know what we are spelling! I wonder what kind of homework they give the 1st graders, because the kinders had a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-6756025760354809002?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/6756025760354809002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=6756025760354809002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/6756025760354809002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/6756025760354809002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/06/kindergarten-graduation.html' title='Kindergarten Graduation'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SFKl0oAU4zI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GgdzxFaySeE/s72-c/2008+386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-4802968338672768128</id><published>2008-06-11T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:04:03.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year ago.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SFCt7udwM7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/NlD9xanySKg/s1600-h/crumps7+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210856010464375730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SFCt7udwM7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/NlD9xanySKg/s320/crumps7+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SFCt8Gi2hxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tvpjx_iwlXw/s1600-h/crumps7+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210856016928212754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SFCt8Gi2hxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tvpjx_iwlXw/s320/crumps7+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One year ago today, I was 9 months preggo and miserable. Triniti had just graduated from preschool. I couldn't believe she was going to kindergarten! Now I still weigh as if I was still 9 months preggo, and still am carrying around a very heavy baby, 25 lbs and counting to be exact. I am preparing for Triniti to end her kindergarten class tomorrow. And am preparing to have Everett be in preschool, 5 days a week next year. Super excited! I just can not believe how fast a year goes by. A lot has been accomplished in this one year. Everett was potty trained, Triniti knows how to spell and read, and Dayton Crunkz was born. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-4802968338672768128?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/4802968338672768128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=4802968338672768128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/4802968338672768128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/4802968338672768128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-year-ago.html' title='One year ago.......'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SFCt7udwM7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/NlD9xanySKg/s72-c/crumps7+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-8436042829387600595</id><published>2008-06-03T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:10:31.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my goodness!</title><content type='html'>I have a baby who is getting in two molars at once! Ugh!!!! Whine, whine, whine. Crab, crab, crab. And he only wants his mommy. Sometimes he is OK with daddy, but he always wants mommy love! Last night I handed him to Trevor and they were standing next to the door, and when I gave him to Trevor, he did the limp noodle thing and flung his head back and hit the hard door. I was only going to put his socks on! I can't even walk out of his perimeter and he screams. Please molars come now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-8436042829387600595?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/8436042829387600595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=8436042829387600595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/8436042829387600595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/8436042829387600595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-my-goodness.html' title='Oh my goodness!'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-3520276463420371526</id><published>2008-05-31T19:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T19:08:54.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm Ummmm, chicken</title><content type='html'>I made oven fried chicken tonight, courtesy of Monica. Thanks for all your recipes! We all loved it. Even triniti and everett. I can't even believe they liked it. I have made fried chicken before and they wouldn't touch it. I asked triniti why she ate this one. She said "this is sweet". They looked like cavemen gnawing away at the drumstick. I am so glad their taste buds are changing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-3520276463420371526?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/3520276463420371526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=3520276463420371526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/3520276463420371526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/3520276463420371526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/05/ummm-ummmm-chicken.html' title='Ummm Ummmm, chicken'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-4144774946288336196</id><published>2008-05-26T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T11:42:21.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my money...</title><content type='html'>There is a commercial that comes on all the time. Or at least every time my kids are watching something. The basis of the commercial is if you have been awarded money and are still waiting for it a lawyers office can help. A bunch of people are screaming on the phone and out their windows "It's my money and I want it now!" My kids absolutely love this commercial. They go around screaming "It's my  money and I want it now".  The other day at Costco while waiting for me to get Everett some medicine, Trevor had the  kids in the car. They were playing around in the car and every time a car went by they would go to the window and scream out "It's my money and I want it now".  My kids are such funny dorks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-4144774946288336196?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/4144774946288336196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=4144774946288336196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/4144774946288336196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/4144774946288336196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-my-money.html' title='It&apos;s my money...'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-4333075379574876228</id><published>2008-05-19T15:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T15:14:41.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SDH7aifFB3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/bB54_HLi-hM/s1600-h/2008+337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202215477941962610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SDH7aifFB3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/bB54_HLi-hM/s320/2008+337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SDH7ayfFB4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/NV83sV1ckCE/s1600-h/2008+341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202215482236929922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SDH7ayfFB4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/NV83sV1ckCE/s320/2008+341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SDH7bCfFB5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/hR4hf1-s71U/s1600-h/2008+347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202215486531897234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SDH7bCfFB5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/hR4hf1-s71U/s320/2008+347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SDH7bSfFB6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/JjQmY-M4f5A/s1600-h/2008+358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202215490826864546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SDH7bSfFB6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/JjQmY-M4f5A/s320/2008+358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided we would go to Great America for mothers day. We got the stimulus rebate so we used that. This was the kids very first time here. They were so excited, especially Triniti, whom counted down the days for a month! Triniti was upset that she wasn't able to go on the adult rides. Me and Trevor love roller coasters, so she got that gene from us. I go on anything, Trevor can not do spinning rides. Everett was game for most all the kid rides. There was a couple of adult rides Triniti was tall enough to go on. One adult ride I took her on with me was one of my favorites. Two of you sit in the seat and it spins around, sorry can't remember the name. I thought she might get sick from this one. But not, she loved it, and after the ride when we were exiting she said "That was Awesome!". Poor Everett cried the whole time we were on that ride because he didn't understand he wasn't tall enough. And Dayton did really well, I think he slept about 1 hour the whole day, but he enjoyed himself. So next year we are going to buy season passes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-4333075379574876228?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/4333075379574876228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=4333075379574876228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/4333075379574876228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/4333075379574876228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-2008.html' title='Mothers Day 2008'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SDH7aifFB3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/bB54_HLi-hM/s72-c/2008+337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-1364477569216192366</id><published>2008-05-19T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T15:04:06.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SDH5RifFB2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/FP5gVO_gbSQ/s1600-h/2008+336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202213124299884386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SDH5RifFB2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/FP5gVO_gbSQ/s320/2008+336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it has taken me this long to blog! I have a mothers day blog I am going to put up as soon as I upload my pics from that exciting day. This last couple of weeks have been crazy. Dayton is now officially a climber! I never had a climber. Help???!!! He has been climbing the couch to get to the mouse and computer desk. He is absolutely obsessed with doing this and getting to the TV. I have actually lost weight and inches from having to pick him up and remove him from these situations. I also last week found out I have a bladder infection. So I have been on antibiotics for almost a week. Fun. I actually called my doctor for something else and said oh it burns a little when I pee. But not every time. Anyways.......tmi. Then this heat wave, oh my goodness. Thank goodness we bought a new bed, otherwise my sleep would have been really miserable. I can handle a little misery, but not full blown misery!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-1364477569216192366?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/1364477569216192366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=1364477569216192366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/1364477569216192366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/1364477569216192366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SDH5RifFB2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/FP5gVO_gbSQ/s72-c/2008+336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-2575531747712269436</id><published>2008-05-06T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T09:57:32.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everetts humor</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning, Dayton as usual woke up at 6 am. Usually Everett wakes up at 6:30am. On this day, for some odd reason, he woke up at 7:30am. So when he came out of his bedroom into the frontroom, I said to him "oh my goodness, I thought you were going to sleep until lunchtime!". He gave me the meanest look (a Kodak moment!), and replied "NOOOOOO, it's not lunchtime!". I laughed and said "I was just joking, can't you take a joke?" To which he replied with that loving scowl "NOOOOO, your a joke!". That made my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-2575531747712269436?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/2575531747712269436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=2575531747712269436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/2575531747712269436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/2575531747712269436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/05/everetts-humor.html' title='Everetts humor'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-1422564116910521920</id><published>2008-05-04T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T08:37:57.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday trip to the park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SB3XSyXRtYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Hz70OjEFQMY/s1600-h/2008+313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196546262812439938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SB3XSyXRtYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Hz70OjEFQMY/s320/2008+313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 3 children had cabin fever. Dayton would not stop crabbing, so much I thought maybe he didn't feel good. So me and Trevor decided we would go to the park. We were going to walk, but it was windy, and decided we would drive. This was Daytons second trip to the park since he could crawl. I take him to this park across the street from our public library. It has recycled material, kind of like rubber for the ground so he can get down and crawl no problem. As long as you don't mind a little dirty hands and knees. Anyways, Dayton never once cried or whined at the park. Triniti and Everett love the park so we all had a good time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196546267107407250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SB3XTCXRtZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XfoocMcRKls/s320/2008+316.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Everett only lets daddy push him on the swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196546271402374562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SB3XTSXRtaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/KBspwl3l5vg/s320/2008+317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayton loved the slide! He was actually trying to climb up it. It was so funny. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196546271402374578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SB3XTSXRtbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/l2P44QyXTAc/s320/2008+328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196546275697341890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SB3XTiXRtcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oTP9-QeErj0/s320/2008+330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-1422564116910521920?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/1422564116910521920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=1422564116910521920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/1422564116910521920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/1422564116910521920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/05/thursday-trip-to-park.html' title='Thursday trip to the park'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SB3XSyXRtYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Hz70OjEFQMY/s72-c/2008+313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-248681372151053316</id><published>2008-05-01T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:57:09.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My true blue boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SBofVSXRtVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Rh1RX0bfuLg/s1600-h/2008+221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SBofVSXRtVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Rh1RX0bfuLg/s320/2008+221.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195499570692470098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SBofViXRtWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ROPq02QrLQo/s1600-h/2008+247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SBofViXRtWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ROPq02QrLQo/s320/2008+247.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195499574987437410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SBofVyXRtXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wbXQdrjGNbI/s1600-h/2008+281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SBofVyXRtXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wbXQdrjGNbI/s320/2008+281.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195499579282404722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no winning with a 4 year old! Oh my goodness! No matter what I say he does not like it. If he asks for a drink and I say in a few minutes, he says no mommy in a few seconds. Or if he wants to go to grammas house and I tell him in awhile, he will say no mommy in a few minutes, or soon. He has no capability of what waiting means. He won't wait. He doesn't understand what patience is either. I did not realize a 4 year old would be so demanding, inpatient, loud, dirty, funny, sweet, annoying, irresistible and etc, all in a matter of 5 minutes. I have a interesting ride of ahead of me with Everett! So here are some of Everetts likes:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Thomas the trains, all trains, dirt, mud, water, tanbark, boogers, slobber, lounging in his underwear in the house, lounging in his underwear outside, farts, dumping toys in one big pile, riding his bike, running and beating his sister, spongebob squarepants, screaming, making silly faces, poking, fixing his trains with daddy's' screwdrivers, and telling everybody he loves them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-248681372151053316?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/248681372151053316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=248681372151053316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/248681372151053316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/248681372151053316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-true-blue-boy.html' title='My true blue boy'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SBofVSXRtVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Rh1RX0bfuLg/s72-c/2008+221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-3537099877009681418</id><published>2008-04-30T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:41:45.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Likes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SBkjMyXRtTI/AAAAAAAAADs/qKDPkhR8VU4/s1600-h/2008+296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SBkjMyXRtTI/AAAAAAAAADs/qKDPkhR8VU4/s320/2008+296.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195222347733382450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SBkjNCXRtUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PZw9fLFBO-U/s1600-h/2008+311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SBkjNCXRtUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PZw9fLFBO-U/s320/2008+311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195222352028349762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have not blogged lately. Every time I even go near the computer, old Dayton makes a mad dash to it. He loves the wires and plugs. So I maybe get like 5 minutes and I have to utilize my computer time well. Which is finances and recipes. And while we are on the subject here are some of Dayton's favorite things (currently): &lt;blockquote&gt;loves paper, crumbs, Thomas the train, mama, tiggers (grammas cat), dogs (grammas dogs), cords, computer, being under the table, playing in the cupboards, snuggling in brothers blankets, biting, food, sissy, brother, being held, and last but not least he loves having tantrums.&lt;/blockquote&gt; Which I did not think occurred at 10 months old, but they do. For instance, when he is edging near the computer, I will give him a look, and say "not for Dayton", he will whip his head backwards and scream. And then proceed to bang his head and hands on the couch. And if we have to grab him from under the computer, because many times he does succeed, he turns his little 25 pound body into a limp noodle. I love it, so funny it makes us laugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-3537099877009681418?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/3537099877009681418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=3537099877009681418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/3537099877009681418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/3537099877009681418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-i-have-not-blogged-lately.html' title='Likes'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SBkjMyXRtTI/AAAAAAAAADs/qKDPkhR8VU4/s72-c/2008+296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-6756304591766560854</id><published>2008-04-27T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T09:33:10.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daytons love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SBSqZiXRtQI/AAAAAAAAADU/WCkUrldIJzc/s1600-h/2008+304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SBSqZiXRtQI/AAAAAAAAADU/WCkUrldIJzc/s320/2008+304.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193963625962910978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SBSqZyXRtRI/AAAAAAAAADc/PKO0Ee5Ek-U/s1600-h/2008+305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SBSqZyXRtRI/AAAAAAAAADc/PKO0Ee5Ek-U/s320/2008+305.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193963630257878290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SBSqaCXRtSI/AAAAAAAAADk/HHg9aAVoK6w/s1600-h/2008+306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SBSqaCXRtSI/AAAAAAAAADk/HHg9aAVoK6w/s320/2008+306.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193963634552845602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is in love with the vacuum! Actually all three of my kids loved the vacuum. They loved when I vacuumed and loved it when it wasn't on. I just happened to be able to take these pics. Dayton was amused with the vacuum for about 1/2 hour. He is also starting to climb so it was perfect. Mind you this vacuum was standing up at first, he knocked it down so he could inspect if further! And everytime we vacuum, Dayton will go after it, so we have to make sure he is being held or in the playpen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-6756304591766560854?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/6756304591766560854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=6756304591766560854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/6756304591766560854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/6756304591766560854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/04/daytons-love.html' title='Daytons love'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SBSqZiXRtQI/AAAAAAAAADU/WCkUrldIJzc/s72-c/2008+304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-8949357346630700286</id><published>2008-04-16T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T08:44:23.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit like dominoes</title><content type='html'>I notice around my house that when one thing happens, everything else falls right along with it. Like dominoes. Dayton woke up in a bad mood. Than Everett woke up in a bad mood. I offered to make him scrambled eggs, his reply, "Yucky! They make my poop stuck". Don't ask me where he got this analogy from. So I make scrambled eggs anyways for Trevor and Triniti. Than of course Everett wants some. Trevor has toast, so Triniti wants toast, then when her toast is done, than Everett wants toast. All the while I have got Dayton hanging at my feet, crying. Then Dayton grabs Everett's toys off the table and Everett proceeds to cry like he is in convulsions. Triniti finds this funny and knocks the trains closer to Dayton and they fall to the ground. Dayton is ecstatic and laughing, and Everett goes over and rescues his trains. Dayton than starts having convulsions. Everett then gets in trouble for something and screams "I'm not eating anymore, I don't like you anymore" and runs screaming into his room. I then have to get Triniti dressed for school because it's Wednesday and she goes early. Dayton wants me and cries, cries, cries. I have to pee, then Triniti, has to pee, then Everett has to pee, then Dayton just absolutely loves being in the bathroom. I think all this chaos ended when we walked out the door!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-8949357346630700286?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/8949357346630700286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=8949357346630700286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/8949357346630700286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/8949357346630700286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-bit-like-dominoes.html' title='A little bit like dominoes'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-8125604907786405363</id><published>2008-04-13T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:17:34.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new gadget</title><content type='html'>Not exactly new, but used. My brother bought a Zune six months ago and gave his Ipod to us. I finally got around to using it. I can say I am addicted! I have been able to find songs from my youth, HAHA! I used to say I can't belive my brothers spend so much time on ITunes, but I now know why. I plan to put this IPod to good use, I will use it when I work out on the elliptical. Another gadget that has been laying around this house for about 2 years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-8125604907786405363?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/8125604907786405363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=8125604907786405363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/8125604907786405363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/8125604907786405363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-new-gadget.html' title='My new gadget'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-2246841009459207252</id><published>2008-04-13T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:14:20.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An incredible week</title><content type='html'>Okay well I did not do to much exciting this week. Dayton went for his 9 month check up, which actually he is 9 1/2 months now. He is 23 lbs and can't remember what inches. He is 75% weight and 95% height. Yes I am breeding football millionaires. Have you read how much these guys make? Everett and Dayton eat like football players, so I can learn to like to football! I had to deal with a bunch of drama at my husbands work. I just get emotionally involved in things I probably should not. I decided to spring clean on the hottest days of the year. I also have dealt with a baby and his new cold. But the absolute most exciting thing I did or saw this weekend, was......about 10 cops cars swooped up around our neighborhood looking for something or someone. One cop asked if we had seen a lady run by us with a cell phone? They asked because about 50 of us were posted on the corner waiting to find out what happened. Last time this happened, they served a warrant on a murder suspect, a house I walk by every day. And about 4 hours earlier somebody ran down a bicyclist, on a purpose accident, don't ask. That was also right down the street. Wow what a great neighborhood I live in. The worst? They voted out Michael Johns before Kristy Lee Cook? I can say I did not vote her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-2246841009459207252?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/2246841009459207252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=2246841009459207252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/2246841009459207252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/2246841009459207252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/04/incredible-week.html' title='An incredible week'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-7017836087412236440</id><published>2008-04-07T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:35:04.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garbage</title><content type='html'>Ok so we have our garbage pick up scheduled for tomorrow. We got 1 free one a year. Two things happen around my area when someone has a garbage pick up. 1. Everybody and their moms stop to see if you have anything good that they can take, and they usally do. 2. All your neighbors and John Doe from down the street ask if they can put some of their garbage in your garbage pile. I don't care if people see our garbage as treasure, but please be neat about it. Second, you can not put you garbage with mine, because I will get charged extra for extra garbage. Thank you and have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-7017836087412236440?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/7017836087412236440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=7017836087412236440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/7017836087412236440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/7017836087412236440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/04/garbage.html' title='Garbage'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-8732639686211093172</id><published>2008-04-07T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T11:44:35.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of course</title><content type='html'>Dayton is an early riser. Usally he gets up between 5am and 6am, usally 5:30am. And every morning it is just so hard to get up. I am so tired. Everett usally gets up about 6:30-7am. Then Triniti is always the last. She has always been my late sleeper. Well of course this morning I wake up in bed and I can see the sun is out. That means Dayton slept in. I don't have a clock by me so I go on daylight. Well sure enough theres Everett at the door wanting to get up. It was 6:30. And of course, Dayton sleeps in until 7am. Of Course!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-8732639686211093172?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/8732639686211093172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=8732639686211093172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/8732639686211093172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/8732639686211093172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/04/of-course.html' title='Of course'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-4015250776039392646</id><published>2008-04-01T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:14:54.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap</title><content type='html'>I am just so livid right now. My husbands job sucks. It is not even the job so much, it's the way the department is ran. He has worked here for 8 years this month. He is a hard worker. They don't ever give him the same days off. And many weeks he has to work 6 days. His schedule is never the same, so we never can plan anything ahead of time. I make plans hoping he is off, or hoping he doesn't work at that time. I hear tonite that he won't get tomorrow off either. He was scheduled to have it off, but somebodys' aunt died, and not he won't be off until saturday. That means he will have worked 10 days without having a day off. Ugh!!!!! This just goes to prove that education is important otherwise you get stuck in a job, not career, a blue collar job, that you hate. But you have to do it to provide for your family. I love my husband for so many reasons, but I love him for going to this crappy job each day and not complaining. I know I am more upset about this than he is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-4015250776039392646?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/4015250776039392646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=4015250776039392646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/4015250776039392646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/4015250776039392646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/04/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-2844405190820072952</id><published>2008-03-31T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:15:44.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R_EqOehMScI/AAAAAAAAADE/pcXtmS_vXgU/s1600-h/dayton2+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R_EqOehMScI/AAAAAAAAADE/pcXtmS_vXgU/s320/dayton2+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183971074278967746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R_EqOehMSdI/AAAAAAAAADM/jEcLVGp3gco/s1600-h/2008+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R_EqOehMSdI/AAAAAAAAADM/jEcLVGp3gco/s320/2008+277.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183971074278967762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't belive how fast Dayton is growing. I don't remember Trinti or Everett growing up this fast. Dayton is now waving "bye bye" and he loves to point to things. He also is clapping when we say "Yeah!".  The next thing I know he will be walking and he won't be a baby anymore he will be a toddler. Only 3 more months of bottles and baby food. I can not wait to stop making formula. He has a very cute laugh too, he laughs exactly like this "HaHaHa". And we all think he repeats what you say to him. Even Triniti has noticed this. I understand why people decide to keep having babies, they grow so fast. But I am definitely not going there! I am done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-2844405190820072952?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/2844405190820072952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=2844405190820072952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/2844405190820072952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/2844405190820072952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/03/growing-fast.html' title='Growing fast'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R_EqOehMScI/AAAAAAAAADE/pcXtmS_vXgU/s72-c/dayton2+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-5706485687998163884</id><published>2008-03-27T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T09:09:24.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newest milestones.</title><content type='html'>Well Dayton has now learned how to clap. When we say "Yeah" he claps. He claps when we sing patty patty cake. He also attempts to wave high. He puts his hand up in the air, palm open, and smiles. And his hair is getting so long he is starting to resemble a girl. Just kidding but it is pretty shaggy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-5706485687998163884?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/5706485687998163884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=5706485687998163884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/5706485687998163884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/5706485687998163884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/03/newest-milestones.html' title='Newest milestones.'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-6572365145272680403</id><published>2008-03-27T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T08:56:28.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a break</title><content type='html'>Chikezie? Who is voting for American Idol? Why every year American Idol has been on "America" votes out the talented people first. Chicken Little and Sanjaya? Remember how long they stayed.  It is not supposed to be a popularity contest. He gave wonderful talented performances. He was creative. I really feel that Kristy Lee Cook should have went home. I can't, scratch that I can belive she stayed this week because she picked a song that appealed to peoples hearts. This is just my opinion.  When Daughtry got voted out I was upset. But now it was probably the best thing for him. He was able to make an album he wanted to make, and not an American Idol album. And we all know how well that album has done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-6572365145272680403?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/6572365145272680403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=6572365145272680403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/6572365145272680403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/6572365145272680403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/03/give-me-break.html' title='Give me a break'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-5855390861476399543</id><published>2008-03-25T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T09:47:54.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The funniest things kids say</title><content type='html'>So Dayton has been bored with his baby food. Which I don't blame him its pretty watery and he has 9 almost 10 teeth. Anyways so I have been giving him fresh fruits and veggies. This morning I was giving him banana. Triniti walked in and said "Oh your giving him human food now". We just laughed, it was so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-5855390861476399543?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/5855390861476399543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=5855390861476399543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/5855390861476399543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/5855390861476399543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/03/funniest-things-kids-say.html' title='The funniest things kids say'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-8008327687853254128</id><published>2008-03-24T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T15:19:26.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky</title><content type='html'>On saturday we went to the Farmers Market. They had an Easter egg hunt for the kids. They were just little plastic eggs with smarties in them. The kids got a kick out of it. I allowed them to have one candy at the market. Well when we got home, Everett sneaked out of the house quietly and Trevor said he had an egg in his hand. I ran and got the camera. He was trying to pull the egg open but failed. So he put the egg on the ground and grabbed something and threw it at the egg. That didn't work all the way so he stomped on it. Well I snapped one picture without him knowing it and the second picture I called his name, and well the look on his face is he got caught!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R-gorehMSaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pZqoXzecvRw/s1600-h/2008+267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R-gorehMSaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pZqoXzecvRw/s320/2008+267.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181436098681522594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R-gor-hMSbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3PwaLDUEziY/s1600-h/2008+268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R-gor-hMSbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3PwaLDUEziY/s320/2008+268.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181436107271457202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-8008327687853254128?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/8008327687853254128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=8008327687853254128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/8008327687853254128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/8008327687853254128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/03/sneaky.html' title='Sneaky'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R-gorehMSaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pZqoXzecvRw/s72-c/2008+267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-1871632518833334153</id><published>2008-03-20T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:31:34.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R-Mr5-hMSZI/AAAAAAAAACs/MMAGXAx7xz4/s1600-h/2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R-Mr5-hMSZI/AAAAAAAAACs/MMAGXAx7xz4/s320/2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180032271440955794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visit to the easter bunny was the fastest and easiest holiday picture I have ever done. We went about 12:30pm hoping the bunny wasn't taking a carrot break. When we got there, nobody was in line and we got right in. All 3 kids were eager to take their picture. Even Dayton, who 1 1/2 months ago had stranger anxiety. He loved the easter bunny. He couldn't stop touching him/her and looking at the easter bunny. He was so into the easter bunny that he wouldn't concentrate on smiling. But the picture turned out cute. And it all took only about 10 minutes. Yes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-1871632518833334153?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/1871632518833334153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=1871632518833334153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/1871632518833334153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/1871632518833334153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-bunny.html' title='Easter bunny'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R-Mr5-hMSZI/AAAAAAAAACs/MMAGXAx7xz4/s72-c/2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-8934239881821362633</id><published>2008-03-19T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T10:46:54.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No way, already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R-FRfgit95I/AAAAAAAAACk/C5DGwDLaw_M/s1600-h/2008+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R-FRfgit95I/AAAAAAAAACk/C5DGwDLaw_M/s320/2008+142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179510648206129042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say even though Dayton is my third child, I am not prepared for all the stages he has been breezing through. I suspect that he wants to play with his big sissy and big brother so bad (especially to go into their bedroom), that he is just so determined. He is not only starting to walk along furniture, but he has in the last week begun to stand up on the kitchen chairs and walk them across the floor. I just couldn't belive this when I first saw it. He will only be 9 months old next week. My other kids didn't walk until 11 and 12 months old. And he just does it. Nobody made him do it. I am definitely not prepared for a 9/10 month old walker! Might I say  he does look the size of a 1 year old though. He also has 9 teeth, and currently teething again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-8934239881821362633?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/8934239881821362633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=8934239881821362633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/8934239881821362633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/8934239881821362633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-way-already.html' title='No way, already?'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R-FRfgit95I/AAAAAAAAACk/C5DGwDLaw_M/s72-c/2008+142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-7227515002359342685</id><published>2008-03-18T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:17:07.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What???</title><content type='html'>The other day myself, Everett and Dayton were sitting on the couch together. Everett touches my stomach and mind you its not that big, says "You got a baby in your stomach mama?". I laughed and said "no way". Then he said it again and said he had a baby in his stomach. Then I asked him if he wanted me to have another baby. He said yes. I said do you want another sister? He said no. I said you want another brother? He said yea I want another Dayton. I said well sorry, I don't think so. Triniti keeps letting out hints of wanting a sister. Ooohh I wish I could have a sister, I really want a sister. And if I had a dollar for everytime someone asked me if I was going to have more kids, I would be super rich. Especially after people find out I have three, they just can't believe someone would have three kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-7227515002359342685?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/7227515002359342685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=7227515002359342685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/7227515002359342685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/7227515002359342685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/03/what.html' title='What???'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-4311344581740380359</id><published>2008-03-16T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:42:53.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The name game</title><content type='html'>I catch myself lately not being able to call the person by their right name. I will call Triniti "Isabel, Jamilla, than Triniti". I will call Everett "Trevor or Dayton". And I will call Dayton "Everett or Trevor". I will call my brothers by the wrong name also. And I am usally not right until the third try. My mom used to do this with us kids because their was six of us. I used to laugh at her. I am now finding myself doing the same thing. Most of the time I will end up having to say "you or him/her". I did'nt realize this would become genetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-4311344581740380359?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/4311344581740380359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=4311344581740380359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/4311344581740380359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/4311344581740380359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/03/name-game.html' title='The name game'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-7839362119435949280</id><published>2008-03-16T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T12:05:59.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this out</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I am done with being unhealthy. It is not going to be easy. This is not the first time I have tried to do this. But I want this time to be sucessful. I have my 3 kids I have to be an example to. I don't want them to have self esteem issues that prevents them from achieving things in life. So I am going to blog about it. My ups and downs. And I am not about just trying to get skinny, I am about being healthy and changing the way I think about food and my body. Thanks to Monica for letting me borrow her book "You on a Diet" by Dr. Oz. It is very eye opening. Definitely a book you should read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-7839362119435949280?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/7839362119435949280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=7839362119435949280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/7839362119435949280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/7839362119435949280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/03/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-5934816992062874734</id><published>2008-03-13T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T14:05:44.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh, gas prices</title><content type='html'>I just went on yahoo this morning and there was a story about gas prices. How high they are getting. Then there was a link to see where gas is the most expensive. Well wouldn't you know San Francisco area is number 1. I saw $3.57 at the gas station down the street from me the other day, I about passed out! I had so many plans for summertime. And of course they all included driving. So now I guess I have to replan. I will need to choose places that are accessible from bart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-5934816992062874734?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/5934816992062874734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=5934816992062874734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/5934816992062874734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/5934816992062874734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/03/ugh-gas-prices.html' title='Ugh, gas prices'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-5791216056549209384</id><published>2008-03-12T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T08:54:25.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Stacys post about amber and her friends in Kindergarten reminded me of something. On wednesdays Triniti goes to school early. On these days she has to go in the cafeteria and wait for the bell to ring and the teacher to pick them up. Well a few weeks ago, she went in, and I always make sure she gets to her table. Well one of her friends was already at the table and Triniti walked up to the table and went right up to her friend and gave her the cutest friend hug! It just melted my heart to see her that way. It is just so wierd to see your child in a different way than you do at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-5791216056549209384?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/5791216056549209384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=5791216056549209384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/5791216056549209384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/5791216056549209384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/03/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-162811976766836153</id><published>2008-03-12T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T08:47:00.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos by Triniti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R9f6mgit9yI/AAAAAAAAABw/RqwIwQ3hIi0/s1600-h/2008+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176881836163200802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R9f6mgit9yI/AAAAAAAAABw/RqwIwQ3hIi0/s320/2008+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R9f6nAit9zI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MRJO9cPRois/s1600-h/2008+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176881844753135410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R9f6nAit9zI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MRJO9cPRois/s320/2008+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R9f6nAit90I/AAAAAAAAACA/VHkZuwDDQPE/s1600-h/2008+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176881844753135426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R9f6nAit90I/AAAAAAAAACA/VHkZuwDDQPE/s320/2008+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R9f6nQit91I/AAAAAAAAACI/M63cgskBi-g/s1600-h/2008+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176881849048102738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R9f6nQit91I/AAAAAAAAACI/M63cgskBi-g/s320/2008+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R9f6nQit92I/AAAAAAAAACQ/yX_m3Rnt5b8/s1600-h/2008+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176881849048102754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R9f6nQit92I/AAAAAAAAACQ/yX_m3Rnt5b8/s320/2008+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Triniti loves to take pics with our digital camera. You can see her Art infulence in the photo she takes. I have many more I can post but these are a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-162811976766836153?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/162811976766836153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=162811976766836153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/162811976766836153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/162811976766836153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/03/photos-by-triniti.html' title='Photos by Triniti'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R9f6mgit9yI/AAAAAAAAABw/RqwIwQ3hIi0/s72-c/2008+151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-8803727892564664046</id><published>2008-03-10T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:53:07.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little booger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R9cbTgit9xI/AAAAAAAAABo/zIQzOPjwXVQ/s1600-h/2008+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176636318652692242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R9cbTgit9xI/AAAAAAAAABo/zIQzOPjwXVQ/s320/2008+214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Dayton has been pulling himself to standing position anywhere he can. This is just in the past week. So I lay him down for his nap before he is fully asleep now. I turn on his mobile. One day about 3 minutes after the mobile stopped I heard it make a little noise. I thought that thing is posessed! Well on friday, I layed him down and he cried for a few minutes, but then became quiet. Again, the mobile played on his own. I said to Trevor that thing is posessed! It did that the other day. A couple of seconds later I heard Dayton. So I quietly snuck in the bedroom, but who is standing up and playing with the mobile? Dayton! I snapped pictures too! Now I had to move his mattress down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-8803727892564664046?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/8803727892564664046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=8803727892564664046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/8803727892564664046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/8803727892564664046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-little-booger.html' title='My little booger'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R9cbTgit9xI/AAAAAAAAABo/zIQzOPjwXVQ/s72-c/2008+214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-7816882095392115351</id><published>2008-03-05T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T10:36:35.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh where, oh where has my memory gone?</title><content type='html'>On Wednesdays, since september, Triniti has half days. She goes to school at 8am until 12pm. So we call it her early day. Because the rest of the week she doesn't have to be in class until 9:10am.&lt;br /&gt;So today at 7:20am I just realize it's wednesday. Oh my goodness, we only have 20 minutes until we need to leave. Ugh! Rush, rush, rush, as always. And this is not the 1st wednesday I have forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Then Triniti wants to take her lunch. So I make her sandwhich. I had left her lunch bag outside on the stroller since monday. I know, lazy. And I didn't put the ice pack in the freezer. Then there is this big thing with taking chocolate milk that gramma bought. Luckily gramma had a ice pack. Well once it rains, it pours. That is usually what happens. So we rush out the door just in time. Whew. Until I get home. I realize that I didn't put her sandwhich in her lunch bag. Although I did check her lunch bag before we left. Yes there was a sandwhich in there, but from monday. So I had to borrow my brothers car to bring her sandwhich to her. I could just imagine the look on her face when she saw a 2 day old sandwhich!&lt;br /&gt;The only thing funnier than all of this, because this isn't the first time something like this has happened. Was the look on Trinitis' face when I had to walk into her classroom and exchange sandwhiches. The look was between emabarassment and anger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-7816882095392115351?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/7816882095392115351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=7816882095392115351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/7816882095392115351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/7816882095392115351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-where-oh-where-has-my-memory-gone.html' title='Oh where, oh where has my memory gone?'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-9167320475462028703</id><published>2008-03-04T11:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T11:58:56.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My booboo</title><content type='html'>Today we went to breakfast. On the way home we drive by Triniti's school. I knew it should be recess time after lunch. I can always spot her right away. And everytime I have seen her at recess I just want to cry. I can't belive my little boo boo is growing up and in school. And to see her playing with friends and having fun without me it so heartbreaking. I know kids grow up. But to see her have a life away from me just makes me want to cry. I have been with her 24/7 since she was born. And now she spends 4 hours a day away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pick her up from school I will tell her I saw her at recess. She will get this funny look on her face when I tell her I saw her jump roping and running. She will ask me how did I know she was doing that. I wish I could be a fly sometimes so I could fly around her classroom and watch her grow up without me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-9167320475462028703?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/9167320475462028703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=9167320475462028703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/9167320475462028703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/9167320475462028703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-booboo.html' title='My booboo'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-3726588661394044432</id><published>2008-03-03T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:44:55.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La La La</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love music and I love, love, love singing. Although I can not sing well at all, or I should say sing at all. I have always tried to sing to my babies. Triniti and Everett always just looked away and didn't care for my singing. Well lo and behold, I finally got my wish. Dayton loves when I sing to him. And not lullabys but the music I listen to on Sirius Hits 1. Oh yeah. I can sing my offtune heart out and he loves it. He looks at me like I am so amazing. Score! Flippin Sweet! I think right now his favorite is when I sing "No one" by Alicia Keys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-3726588661394044432?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/3726588661394044432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=3726588661394044432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/3726588661394044432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/3726588661394044432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-la-la.html' title='La La La'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-743919808904721091</id><published>2008-02-29T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T11:02:45.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh Heck!</title><content type='html'>Okay people from the bay area like to say "Hella", or if you like to talk nice you say "Hecka", don't ask, I have no idea where it orginated. I do know I started saying those words in junior high. Well I really try (hecka) hard not to say it, but it is so natural, it just flows right our of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Everett was starving yesterday. His usual at 10am. "I hungry, I want lunch", "my stomach hurts", etc...... He does this every day. Then I heard this new word. I asked him "what did you say?" Everett says "I heck hungry!" Oh nooooooooo.......this word can not be in his vocabulary! But I couldn't help but laugh. This word has no meaning, except to people who live in the bay area, but it's not even explainable. Oh boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-743919808904721091?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/743919808904721091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=743919808904721091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/743919808904721091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/743919808904721091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/02/ahh-heck.html' title='Ahh Heck!'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-4039233512595496335</id><published>2008-02-27T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T12:59:09.566-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Hurricane Everett</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R8XOK48J4RI/AAAAAAAAABQ/80ASyT-GaIs/s1600-h/IMG_1339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171766433583587602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R8XOK48J4RI/AAAAAAAAABQ/80ASyT-GaIs/s320/IMG_1339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R8XOLI8J4SI/AAAAAAAAABY/nx-kqchEVbQ/s1600-h/IMG_1352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171766437878554914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R8XOLI8J4SI/AAAAAAAAABY/nx-kqchEVbQ/s320/IMG_1352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R8XOLY8J4TI/AAAAAAAAABg/0yE6c4mKtJM/s1600-h/IMG_1353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171766442173522226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R8XOLY8J4TI/AAAAAAAAABg/0yE6c4mKtJM/s320/IMG_1353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These images are all courtsey of Everett! He loves, loves, loves, making messes. I could clean up that bedroom and in 10 minutes it's as if I never cleaned it at all. Oh boy.  And the outside mess was done yesterday. The bedroom always is a mess.  I feel bad for the neighbors who have to look at that mess. I guess I have to make Trevor clean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-4039233512595496335?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/4039233512595496335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=4039233512595496335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/4039233512595496335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/4039233512595496335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/02/hurricane-everett.html' title='Hurricane Everett'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R8XOK48J4RI/AAAAAAAAABQ/80ASyT-GaIs/s72-c/IMG_1339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-3316677781414108140</id><published>2008-02-27T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T09:28:04.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanish or English?</title><content type='html'>On sunday morning we were all in the bedroom deciding if we wanted to go to breakfast. Dayton has begun his talking. BABA, DADA (of course), GAGA, and GOOGOO.&lt;br /&gt;Triniti looked at me and asked "Will Dayton speak English or Spanish?" I just had to laugh. She got embarassed because when I tried telling her dad, she told me no.&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing because I think it is wonderful that she asked this question. She is currently taking a spanish reading class. But I think it is wonderful that she has the ability to think like that. I preceded in explaining to her that dayton will speak English because that is the language we speak.  I just thought it was so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-3316677781414108140?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/3316677781414108140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=3316677781414108140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/3316677781414108140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/3316677781414108140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/02/spanish-or-english.html' title='Spanish or English?'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-7808951734864816897</id><published>2008-02-23T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:00:22.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daytons Basket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When I had Triniti, I became very adament that I was to do everything for her. I also babied her very much. Then along came Everett and I decided that daddy was going to help a little and Everett was going to take naps. And when we decided to try for a 3rd child I told Trevor you are going to be taking care of the baby a lot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I still become very bossy when it comes to the kids. I really think my way with them is the best! I also try to keep them on a routine, and am usually very anal about it.Anyways, Trevor does take care of the kids a lot for me. I am always having to go to the store and refuse to take them because I lose my mind and can't concentrate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well you wouldn't believe how well the kids act for him. How good Triniti and Everett play together. How easy Dayton will fall asleep for him. One night I came home and Dayton was in the laundry basket. He was having a great time. So I got down on the floor and talked with him. And of course he started to act fussy. I asked how long he had been in there, Trevor said for an hour. My luck! But it is funny are kids, like cats are so excited with the silliest things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R8JKOo8J4NI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mKrkLran8CY/s1600-h/IMG_1314.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R8JLBI8J4PI/AAAAAAAAABA/XlkUHUAnXsg/s1600-h/IMG_1314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170777805126492402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R8JLBI8J4PI/AAAAAAAAABA/XlkUHUAnXsg/s320/IMG_1314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R8JLK48J4QI/AAAAAAAAABI/8PazRtGbChg/s1600-h/IMG_1315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170777972630216962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R8JLK48J4QI/AAAAAAAAABI/8PazRtGbChg/s320/IMG_1315.jpg" border="0" /&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/8061757405982194507-7808951734864816897?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/7808951734864816897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=7808951734864816897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/7808951734864816897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/7808951734864816897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/02/daytons-basket.html' title='Daytons Basket'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R8JLBI8J4PI/AAAAAAAAABA/XlkUHUAnXsg/s72-c/IMG_1314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-650320313906426188</id><published>2008-02-21T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T11:54:51.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My days lately consist of getting dayton away from the reciever, dvd player, and underneath the computer. And he loves paper. Sometimes I let him hold the paper a few minutes before it goes in his mouth. The look on his face is so cute. And I notice he knows the things he shouldn't be doing. He looks around for me or Trevor to see if we see him, and he has got this guilty look on his face. I lub his little chubby dimple cheeks!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R73Wxo8J4MI/AAAAAAAAAAo/teIQdG6eI4A/s1600-h/IMG_1311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169524095582855362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R73Wxo8J4MI/AAAAAAAAAAo/teIQdG6eI4A/s320/IMG_1311.jpg" border="0" /&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/8061757405982194507-650320313906426188?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/650320313906426188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=650320313906426188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/650320313906426188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/650320313906426188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-days-lately-consist-of-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R73Wxo8J4MI/AAAAAAAAAAo/teIQdG6eI4A/s72-c/IMG_1311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-2546891774631291405</id><published>2008-02-20T10:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T10:37:57.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Setting an example</title><content type='html'>As I watch my kids grow older and begin to understand that they will all be in school one day. I now have to decide what I would like to do at that point. I can not just sit at home while they are in school. And I will be teaching them a valuable lesson, education is important and good at any age, if I decide to go back to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is what do I do? Do I do something to just make money? Which I went to college already and tried that route. Or do I do something I really want to do? I know a few things I would really love to do. But in my mind I still feel 13 and think that I can not do it.  But it is something I absolutely love doing and can imagine being happy doing it. But the pessimistic side comes out and thinks it is just a dream. But I can't tell my kids to dream and make those dreams possible without doing the same. I just realized being a parent is so hard. I don't want to be one of those parents that say "do what I say not what I do". I have to set the example.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-2546891774631291405?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/2546891774631291405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=2546891774631291405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/2546891774631291405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/2546891774631291405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/02/setting-example.html' title='Setting an example'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-3382862323219471135</id><published>2008-02-15T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T08:25:24.829-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Mr. Crumpcakes</title><content type='html'>Well if you don't know my Dayton is a sweet natured baby. But one complaint I have on him is his sleeping habits. As a newborn he was already sleeping 4-6 hours a night. Couldn't ask for better than that. I guess I got spoiled and when he started to teeth he started to wake up in the middle of the night. I have tried crying it out. Some nights it works and some it doesn't. The other morning he screamed for an hour. And he also doesn't nap well during the day. Which I am working on also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triniti got sick last night and threw up a few times. So she slept on the living room floor to stay close to the bathroom. I slept on the couch. Well whom doesn't wake up? Dayton! He did wake up at 4:30 am and I went and put his blankets on him and patted his back for a few minutes until he fell back asleep. I go back to the couch. At 7 am Everett wakes up, but still no Dayton. Finally I hear Dayton and I go in the bedroom and there is that little booger sitting up smiling and talking. I said to him you decide to sleep in the night mommy doesn't get to be in her bed. Figures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-3382862323219471135?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/3382862323219471135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=3382862323219471135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/3382862323219471135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/3382862323219471135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/02/mr-crumpcakes.html' title='Mr. Crumpcakes'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-4933318605183981390</id><published>2008-02-13T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T11:36:43.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Our walk to school</title><content type='html'>Triniti said to me today " I love being 6!" I said cool. Than she started to count up, until she got to 10 years old. I told her no! You are going to stay six forever. And she just gave me here goofy Triniti look and said no I will be taller than you one day. I said you are going to stay just like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know why are parents treat us like little kids for our whole lives. At 6 years old they are the purest, most innocent and inquisitive little humans. Everything about life is exciting and fun for her right now. She looks forward to the future. She doesn't care if I buy her a dollar store toy or a five hundred dollar toy, mommy bought her a toy! Her biggest complaint is not liking what I cook for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine my kids older. I love them at this age. Especially Dayton, he loves me for me. He loves me because I give him his baba, change his diaper and spoil him with kisses all day. And he smiles just at the sound of my voice. But no more kids for me. Strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-4933318605183981390?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/4933318605183981390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=4933318605183981390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/4933318605183981390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/4933318605183981390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-walk-to-school.html' title='Our walk to school'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-6805943783770758681</id><published>2008-02-12T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T15:18:01.771-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircuts'/><title type='text'>My new Suri do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R7oSDI8J4KI/AAAAAAAAAAY/d9NcfelVUQo/s1600-h/IMG_1293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168463367509762210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R7oSDI8J4KI/AAAAAAAAAAY/d9NcfelVUQo/s320/IMG_1293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally decided I would get my haircut after six months. I have a hard time spending money on myself. But decided I had to get it cut after Dayton decided it would become his new chew toy. Ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have exactly what style I want in my mind. But most times the hairstylist don't understand what I am asking for. And it comes out like crap! But this time I had In Touch magazine with me and good shots of Katie Holmes new hairstyle. Although I had that same hairstyle 13 years ago. Anyways, I finally had visuals. I just imagined them saying "this haircut is for skinny girl" because it was a smut article on how skinny she had become. But the lady I got was wonderful. She said "I've done that haircut for years!" And it seemed like she did. I actually am so excited about how it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it all off, I have been trying for weeks to get Everett to get his haircut. I even took him on saturday to a place, but ending up getting bruises on my shins. Well he decided he would let me shave his head like daddy. At least after gramma said she would take him to target and buy him a train!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-6805943783770758681?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/6805943783770758681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=6805943783770758681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/6805943783770758681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/6805943783770758681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-new-suri-do.html' title='My new Suri do!'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R7oSDI8J4KI/AAAAAAAAAAY/d9NcfelVUQo/s72-c/IMG_1293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-3941250537194982704</id><published>2008-02-11T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T15:20:15.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Great Mall trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R7oSmY8J4LI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ttlZ4nTqgHc/s1600-h/IMG_1199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168463973100150962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R7oSmY8J4LI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ttlZ4nTqgHc/s320/IMG_1199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on sunday afternoon I decided I had enough of this box, my home. I have been sick with some nasty cold. Can't taste or smell. I never realized how vital those are. Anyways, Trevor arrived from work. I finally was able to take my shower. I knew he had wanted a beanie and since he is so picky, the great mall, well would be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before we made that final decision, did we really want to take the kids? Not that we don't like our kids, but they are those kids you always hear and see screaming and running around the stores and think don't those kids have parents? Well they do and we are them. No they are not really that bad, well yes they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get there. I am on a mission. Dayton is in the stroller, Everett is in the bottom of the stroller and Triniti is walking. I know there is 1 toy store there and exactly where it is. My plan is to walk next to Everett and block his view. I did a good job until my husband decided he wanted to play and run the stroller ahead of me a few inches. And that was it! Everett turned his head and with his xray vision spotted that toy store. And the tantrum began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him we would get to the toy store, but after we got daddys beanie. We arrive at the first store and in we go. He is screaming. Thank goodness the music was blasting. Even one of the workers was dancing, so Everett blended right in. Eventually he calmed down, when we decided to eat. His 2nd favorite thing is eating after toys. But after two bites he was yelling at us to hurry up and eat he was done and wanted the toy store. And when yelling did'nt work he decided to bite Trevor in his back fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end this story, we arrived at the toy store. He panicked when he didn't see Thomas the train. He then found them, found the one he wanted and all was one with the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-3941250537194982704?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/feeds/3941250537194982704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8061757405982194507&amp;postID=3941250537194982704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/3941250537194982704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8061757405982194507/posts/default/3941250537194982704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-great-mall-trip.html' title='Our Great Mall trip'/><author><name>Queen Crump</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SHet8jwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kMvlHeyslAA/S220/2008+190.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/R7oSmY8J4LI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ttlZ4nTqgHc/s72-c/IMG_1199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
