<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019240711673022121</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 12:55:32 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>AHH...THE POO POO</title><description>I&#39;m Just Saying...Poo Poo Happens</description><link>http://ahhthepoopoo.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Matt McKee)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019240711673022121.post-5322111529617253294</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 13:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-30T11:23:30.537-05:00</atom:updated><title>SON of a BEACH!!!!</title><atom:summary type="text">A good friend of ours invited us to go on a 4 day vacation to Gulf Shores, Al. All we had to pay for was gas, food, and fun. How could we say no? There was a slight catch though. We would be traveling with 4 young kids for 8 hours. Before you say &quot;Ooooh.....&quot; let me also tell you their ages; 7, 4, 3 and 11 months. WE REALLY WANTED TO GO TO THE BEACH. 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What better way to test the bonds of family than to throw your parents, your wife, two young kids, and a dog into a 22 ft camper and take away all of life&#39;s comforts for three days of national park sightseeing. 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Melissa and I have been debating the pet issue for some time now and had decided to get her a cat for her 4th birthday, even though Melissa and cats DO NOT get along. 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I brought along my wife, two daughters, mother-in-law (Wanda) and sister-in-law (Kim). 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I try to let her voice her thoughts freely, while at the same time expressing the rudeness of disrupting someone who is speaking. Brinlee is just now entering the speech-growth stage of life, mostly using her voice to say &quot;da-da&quot;, followed by a </atom:summary><link>http://ahhthepoopoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-talk-at-your-kids.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Matt McKee)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019240711673022121.post-7624363392251145896</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2009 14:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-30T10:29:44.769-05:00</atom:updated><title>Family Time is the Best Time</title><atom:summary type="text">As I watch my little girls play, I notice the bond they are starting to forge. I&#39;ve also noticed one thing for certain, when Brinlee is big enough she is going to beat the poo out of Harlee. Maybe it&#39;s the inherent dominance that comes along with being &#39;big sister&#39; but Harlee treats Brinlee like a toy. She wrestles with her, wags her around, and pushes her over. 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Most of the information you find can be summarized in three steps:Once your baby is crawling, help him/her learn to pull up to a standing positionHold your baby&#39;s hands and help them learn to take one step at a timeOnce your baby learns to take a few steps, stay close to encourage confidenceNow these are all</atom:summary><link>http://ahhthepoopoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-teach-your-baby-to-walk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Matt McKee)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT_2s0rkH-Adea2ayH0yfD2DZix5CtgsXJ7JQ5tfJvFyICvGMVHW2e9S_xe0T0SLlQNvOZBd-0LIpVc7DMdc6xWnSwvbv29PyiyZkRz2nkA_Q-ovfxneilgVMV8CLlpDqkE8jGSiCaKbeS/s72-c/0510092056.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019240711673022121.post-4806317107285795553</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 15:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-23T10:57:37.968-05:00</atom:updated><title>The &#39;Terrible&#39; Truth</title><atom:summary type="text">I have always heard the saying &#39;Terrible Two&#39;s&#39; but I must admit when Harlee was 2 she was an angel. It wasn&#39;t until she reached the age of three that she started being &#39;terrible&#39;. Now I understand this is a time in life where a young person evolves from the &#39;baby&#39; stage and begins to question consciousness and character. But I&#39;ll be danged if they aren&#39;t hard to deal with. After seeing some of </atom:summary><link>http://ahhthepoopoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/terrible-truth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Matt McKee)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019240711673022121.post-4747157654124909636</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 14:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-18T10:02:03.713-05:00</atom:updated><title>The story of &quot;Skippy and the Spotted Horse&quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">I always enjoy story-telling with Harlee. We have a lot of fun making up new and exciting adventures with our imaginations. If you have never tried this with your kids, you really should. A child&#39;s imagination is so much fun to be a part of. Harlee reminds me of what it&#39;s like to be creative and care free, and she helps me forget the daily stress that comes along with being a grown-up.I asked her</atom:summary><link>http://ahhthepoopoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-of-skippy-and-spotted-horse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Matt McKee)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019240711673022121.post-1816867192407026169</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 13:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-18T08:56:21.051-05:00</atom:updated><title>My Girls...My Inspiration</title><atom:summary type="text">Just wanted to take this chance to let my readers meet my little girls. So next time I mention them you can put a face with their names. Here&#39;s my girls.I apologize for the clarity of the photos, they were taken with my cell phone. 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Fortunately they are still very young, 3 years old and 10 months old, so the fears I have are somewhat premature. However, they are real and one day will come true. Here we go.10. Hitting the BAD years at the same timeIf you do the math you will realize my girls will eventually be 16 + </atom:summary><link>http://ahhthepoopoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-10-reasons-having-two-daughters-is_15.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Matt McKee)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019240711673022121.post-5389577036882439819</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 20:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-15T13:43:48.864-05:00</atom:updated><title>Top 10 reasons having two daughters is cool</title><atom:summary type="text">I grew up with a brother and no sisters, God bless my mother, so I never really experienced what it was like to live with girls until I had two of my own. 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