<?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-7491408152606421287</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:58:11.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up Adams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Asher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938151097354809408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGE5yEZzgYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/orHz766PZQ8/S220/9mo-bench-thumb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491408152606421287.post-5855666644146565901</id><published>2008-11-28T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:53:31.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/STBMGG5Rg2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/HpiKpugm9RM/s1600-h/Asher-1431_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/STBMGG5Rg2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/HpiKpugm9RM/s400/Asher-1431_crop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273798831464612706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me. I'm playing Aunt Lori's piano. I like piano!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491408152606421287-5855666644146565901?l=ashadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/5855666644146565901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491408152606421287&amp;postID=5855666644146565901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/5855666644146565901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/5855666644146565901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Asher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938151097354809408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGE5yEZzgYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/orHz766PZQ8/S220/9mo-bench-thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/STBMGG5Rg2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/HpiKpugm9RM/s72-c/Asher-1431_crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491408152606421287.post-8599404287810472478</id><published>2008-06-25T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:46:24.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>June</title><content type='html'>We partied really hard for Grandma's birthday. I fell asleep in the car on the way home, and stayed asleep til Mama finished changing my diaper and putting on my PJs. Then I woke up and smiled and her a while before I went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGJ50CV5N-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LjbxsJtptSg/s1600-h/Asher+1069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGJ50CV5N-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LjbxsJtptSg/s400/Asher+1069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215865253337315298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Lucy's house to play for the afternoon. She has a car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGJ2dp6tXWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fMOVpDQqKGg/s1600-h/Asher+1067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGJ2dp6tXWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fMOVpDQqKGg/s400/Asher+1067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215861570288835938" 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/7491408152606421287-8599404287810472478?l=ashadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/8599404287810472478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491408152606421287&amp;postID=8599404287810472478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/8599404287810472478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/8599404287810472478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/2008/06/june.html' title='June'/><author><name>Asher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938151097354809408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGE5yEZzgYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/orHz766PZQ8/S220/9mo-bench-thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGJ50CV5N-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LjbxsJtptSg/s72-c/Asher+1069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491408152606421287.post-8143007321699314774</id><published>2008-05-23T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:46:26.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planes, trains and automostrollers</title><content type='html'>I'm practicing my yoga. This is the downward facing boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SDeHTghDhNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mRZLV9s-9P4/s1600-h/Asher+891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SDeHTghDhNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mRZLV9s-9P4/s400/Asher+891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203776663665738962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, toes. Soft on the outside, crispy on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SDeIYQhDhOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/I5P4xhMyYr4/s1600-h/Asher+941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SDeIYQhDhOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/I5P4xhMyYr4/s400/Asher+941.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203777844781745378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama and I went to help grandma move her storage unit contents from one to another. We were there for hours and hours, and I was trying really hard to be nice about sitting out in the heat for what seems like a week. Here I'm chillin' in my ride, trying to keep cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SDeJ0AhDhRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/WQnkm1xdi5w/s1600-h/Asher+1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SDeJ0AhDhRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/WQnkm1xdi5w/s400/Asher+1000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203779421034743058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure this isn't a regulation playpen. But, hey, it was shady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SDeJ0ghDhSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KrgB68TtR-w/s1600-h/Asher+1008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SDeJ0ghDhSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KrgB68TtR-w/s400/Asher+1008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203779429624677666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma, daddy, mama and I flew to San Antonio, Texas, this month for my cousin's son's wedding. It was my first time on an airplane. Mama said I did soooo good and was soooo sweet. Hey, I was just being me. Some famous people called &lt;a href="http://www.maroon5.com/"&gt;Maroon 5&lt;/a&gt; were taking up the entire big-seat front section of our plane. I guess they make music that mama and daddy really like. They all smiled, said hello and waved at me. Mama said she wishes she'd taken a picture of me with them, but she was too shy to intrude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SDeJDwhDhQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CSJKKanv1D8/s1600-h/Asher+985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SDeJDwhDhQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CSJKKanv1D8/s400/Asher+985.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203778592106054914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to meet my cousin Rita while we were there. She's going to have a baby girl in a couple of months, so I'll have a playmate who's about the same age apart from me as mama and cousin Rita are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SDeIzAhDhPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KGrqFZ4b5W0/s1600-h/Asher+980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SDeIzAhDhPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KGrqFZ4b5W0/s400/Asher+980.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203778304343246066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were in San Antonio, mama got together with her friend Erin. Erin's baby, Sam, is about six weeks younger than me. He seemed nice; I wish we'd had more time to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SDeK9whDhVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/z1EoOo1ohd8/s1600-h/Asher+984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SDeK9whDhVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/z1EoOo1ohd8/s400/Asher+984.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203780688050095442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, grandma, mama and I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.strawberry-fest.org/"&gt;Strawberry Festival&lt;/a&gt;. It's a big event around here, since so many of America's strawberries come from this area. Mama ate strawberry pizza, strawberry nachos, strawberry shortcake and I can't even remember what else. She said that was OK because it's fruit. It looked like more whipped cream and pastry than fruit, but I'll take her word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SDeKAAhDhTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sN9KGiXKp1E/s1600-h/Asher+1010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SDeKAAhDhTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sN9KGiXKp1E/s400/Asher+1010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203779627193173298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm thinking inside the box. I like playing peek-a-boo with the box flap. It doesn't get stuck on my head like blankets do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SDeKoghDhUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/wgqbt4LQjLQ/s1600-h/Asher+1025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SDeKoghDhUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/wgqbt4LQjLQ/s400/Asher+1025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203780322977875266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for now. Sorry I haven't written much lately. I'm keeping busy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491408152606421287-8143007321699314774?l=ashadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/8143007321699314774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491408152606421287&amp;postID=8143007321699314774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/8143007321699314774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/8143007321699314774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/2008/05/planes-trains-and-automostrollers.html' title='Planes, trains and automostrollers'/><author><name>Asher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938151097354809408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGE5yEZzgYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/orHz766PZQ8/S220/9mo-bench-thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SDeHTghDhNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mRZLV9s-9P4/s72-c/Asher+891.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491408152606421287.post-4875797575847197677</id><published>2008-04-08T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:46:26.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth!</title><content type='html'>I got my first tooth this morning, and I practiced using it on mama's nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R_xPRZ7b2LI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TkQM2T9r_3c/s1600-h/Asher-859---crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R_xPRZ7b2LI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TkQM2T9r_3c/s400/Asher-859---crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187108031260514482" 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/7491408152606421287-4875797575847197677?l=ashadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/4875797575847197677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491408152606421287&amp;postID=4875797575847197677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/4875797575847197677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/4875797575847197677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/2008/04/teeth.html' title='Teeth!'/><author><name>Asher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938151097354809408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGE5yEZzgYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/orHz766PZQ8/S220/9mo-bench-thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R_xPRZ7b2LI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TkQM2T9r_3c/s72-c/Asher-859---crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491408152606421287.post-5727328363239952846</id><published>2008-03-31T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:46:27.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>I'm a little confused what Easter is all about. Something about God becoming a bunny and laying plastic eggs in the yard. Mama says she'll clear it all up next year. Grandma and Grandpa Adams sent me a present to celebrate! I got two new outfits; one romper and some jammies. My favorite part was the cellophane wrapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R_Ey2Z7b2JI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LGYkSJqWF9g/s1600-h/Asher+811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R_Ey2Z7b2JI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LGYkSJqWF9g/s400/Asher+811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183980556334651538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My honorary grandpa, Gerry (mama's boss), got me a present, too! This is Elmo. He's very ticklish. And noisy. He rolls around on the floor like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R_Ey257b2KI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Ve2UwEn5BI4/s1600-h/Asher+820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R_Ey257b2KI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Ve2UwEn5BI4/s400/Asher+820.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183980564924586146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Smith's house for a pre-Easter party. They have a big back yard. It's mesmerizing. I like this yellow ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R_EyjJ7b2HI/AAAAAAAAAEY/r1GIx-SV1vI/s1600-h/Asher+756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R_EyjJ7b2HI/AAAAAAAAAEY/r1GIx-SV1vI/s400/Asher+756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183980225622169714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of the eggs I found. I think they're the ones God left for me. There were Cheerios inside, but mama said I'm not quite ready for Cheerios yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R_Eyjp7b2II/AAAAAAAAAEg/GQhjQDchmc0/s1600-h/Asher+761+-+rotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R_Eyjp7b2II/AAAAAAAAAEg/GQhjQDchmc0/s400/Asher+761+-+rotated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183980234212104322" 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/7491408152606421287-5727328363239952846?l=ashadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/5727328363239952846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491408152606421287.post-4131267191513043590</id><published>2008-03-26T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:26:10.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't yet know what you're doing with us babies, here are a few guidelines, including pictures in case you don't read yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/3.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Testing Baby Bottle&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/4.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Feeding Baby&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/10.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Fun Games For Baby&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/12.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Walking with Baby&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/13.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Shopping with Baby&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/1.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Lifting Baby&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/2.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Nursing Baby&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/5.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Checking Diaper Baby&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/6.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Baby Diaper Changing&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/7.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Containing Baby&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/8.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Bundling Baby&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/9.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Waking Baby&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/11.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Bukling Up Baby&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/14.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Playing with Baby&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/15.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Excercising Baby&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/16.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Massaging Baby&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/17.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Washing Baby&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/18.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Drying Baby&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/19.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Helping Baby Teethe&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/20.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Calming Baby&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/21.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Stimulating Baby&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/22.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Bonding with Baby&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/23.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Making Baby Smile&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/24.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Introducing Baby to Pets&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/25.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Clearing Baby Nose&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/26.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Putting Baby to Bed&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/27.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Baby Proofing your Home&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.makememinimal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/28.jpg" alt="Instructions: &amp;quot;Choosing a Babysitter&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491408152606421287-4131267191513043590?l=ashadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/4131267191513043590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491408152606421287&amp;postID=4131267191513043590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/4131267191513043590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/4131267191513043590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-those-of-you-who-dont-yet-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Asher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938151097354809408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGE5yEZzgYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/orHz766PZQ8/S220/9mo-bench-thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491408152606421287.post-4668438666487971716</id><published>2008-03-07T20:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:46:28.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>I've figured out how to make the fish in the box do his thing. See that big blue button? I just push it. Sometimes in the middle of the night, I accidentally whack it with my head or my feet and the fish starts swimming and singing and blowing bubbles. Surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R9IYG2WgY2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/p1FvDC3m6ZU/s1600-h/Asher+674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R9IYG2WgY2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/p1FvDC3m6ZU/s400/Asher+674.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175225427750314850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama got me a new chair that puts me up close to any table! It's a Zooper Hook-on High Chair. She says it's mostly for eating out at restaurants, but we have it on the bar so I can watch her make my bottles. Or watch Grandma wash my bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R9IUrGWgY1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/FWj4vR2nm1Q/s1600-h/Asher+718+-+rotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R9IUrGWgY1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/FWj4vR2nm1Q/s400/Asher+718+-+rotated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175221652474061650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy helped me go to sleep one day. Guess I helped him go to sleep, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R9IUqWWgY0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/YFwb6onIVzY/s1600-h/Asher+713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R9IUqWWgY0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/YFwb6onIVzY/s400/Asher+713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175221639589159746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried carrots a few days ago. I'm not too impressed, but I do like the way it spreads. And the bowl feels good on my gums.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R9ISYmWgYzI/AAAAAAAAADw/nKPNHRwxy04/s1600-h/Asher+709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R9ISYmWgYzI/AAAAAAAAADw/nKPNHRwxy04/s400/Asher+709.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175219135623226162" 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/7491408152606421287-4668438666487971716?l=ashadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/4668438666487971716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491408152606421287&amp;postID=4668438666487971716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/4668438666487971716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/4668438666487971716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/2008/03/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Asher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938151097354809408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGE5yEZzgYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/orHz766PZQ8/S220/9mo-bench-thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R9IYG2WgY2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/p1FvDC3m6ZU/s72-c/Asher+674.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491408152606421287.post-3864687737093985114</id><published>2008-02-23T17:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:46:29.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few recent photos</title><content type='html'>Mama and Daddy took me to Riverside for a party. Daddy's best friend, Kent, and his wife, Pam, are going to have a baby soon. Daddy says that boy will be my very best friend, just like Kent is to Daddy. I'm not sure exactly what that means, but Mama says it's somebody who knows all about you, and loves you anyway. So, while we were at the party, I got sleepy. Daddy took me outside to swing on these fancy chairs at Kent's daddy's house. I slept good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R8DHqSRyoII/AAAAAAAAADg/t2l-VQvRy28/s1600-h/Asher+629+-+rotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R8DHqSRyoII/AAAAAAAAADg/t2l-VQvRy28/s400/Asher+629+-+rotated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170351901496221826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's teaching me how to fly. Maybe I'll be a bird when I grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R8DHcyRyoHI/AAAAAAAAADY/Gc3r5PpZV_A/s1600-h/Asher+609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R8DHcyRyoHI/AAAAAAAAADY/Gc3r5PpZV_A/s400/Asher+609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170351669567987826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love oatmeal. It is SO yummy. It makes me smile. I don't hardly even make a mess anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R8DHSyRyoFI/AAAAAAAAADI/GNlkRlJgQaw/s1600-h/Asher+637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R8DHSyRyoFI/AAAAAAAAADI/GNlkRlJgQaw/s400/Asher+637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170351497769295954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new toy. Inchworm smiles at me. I LOVE smiles! Inchworm has tasty horns, too. I bite them whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R8DHTSRyoGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YMvcLTr71YM/s1600-h/Asher+625+-+rotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R8DHTSRyoGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YMvcLTr71YM/s400/Asher+625+-+rotated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170351506359230562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody else get stressed during the Lakers/Suns game when Shaq first played Koby? Sheesh, I was pulling my hair out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R8DGnSRyoEI/AAAAAAAAADA/SuiWY5zllI4/s1600-h/Asher+666+-+rotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R8DGnSRyoEI/AAAAAAAAADA/SuiWY5zllI4/s400/Asher+666+-+rotated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170350750444986434" 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/7491408152606421287-3864687737093985114?l=ashadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/3864687737093985114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491408152606421287&amp;postID=3864687737093985114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/3864687737093985114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/3864687737093985114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/2008/02/few-recent-photos.html' title='A few recent photos'/><author><name>Asher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938151097354809408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGE5yEZzgYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/orHz766PZQ8/S220/9mo-bench-thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R8DHqSRyoII/AAAAAAAAADg/t2l-VQvRy28/s72-c/Asher+629+-+rotated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491408152606421287.post-1477688471982882589</id><published>2008-02-10T13:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:46:29.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out and about</title><content type='html'>Two of mama's very best friends from when she was really young came to visit. Jennifer and Jack arrived about lunchtime, and Stacey wasn't going to come until supper time, so we went to the beach and the Santa Monica Pier while we waited. It was a nice day and I had a nice ride, except the boardwalk is pretty bumpy. But people smiled at me a lot, so I didn't mind much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R69ugyRyoCI/AAAAAAAAACw/ndmndHw5HwE/s1600-h/Disneyland+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R69ugyRyoCI/AAAAAAAAACw/ndmndHw5HwE/s400/Disneyland+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165468807148511266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all went to Disneyland! I don't know who this big doggie is that mama had us take a picture with. I was trying to get an explanation when they took the picture. I guess the doggie was in a hurry. From the looks of that tongue, I bed he was in a rush to find his water bowl, because it was HOT outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R69uhSRyoDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xyk28NTh1i8/s1600-h/Disneyland+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R69uhSRyoDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Xyk28NTh1i8/s400/Disneyland+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165468815738445874" 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/7491408152606421287-1477688471982882589?l=ashadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/1477688471982882589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491408152606421287&amp;postID=1477688471982882589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/1477688471982882589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/1477688471982882589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/2008/02/out-and-about.html' title='Out and about'/><author><name>Asher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938151097354809408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGE5yEZzgYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/orHz766PZQ8/S220/9mo-bench-thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R69ugyRyoCI/AAAAAAAAACw/ndmndHw5HwE/s72-c/Disneyland+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491408152606421287.post-2809098177133138146</id><published>2008-02-02T21:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:46:29.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first roller coaster</title><content type='html'>Tonight we went to Lucy's new house. It has a roller coaster inside! Mama decided we should ride the roller coaster to the second floor. Their diaper changing pad was upstairs and mama said the roller coaster was nice for people holding squirmy babies. I don't know about squirmy babies, but I thought it was good fun. Mama says roller coasters get even bigger and faster when I'm older. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R6VRxunkgnI/AAAAAAAAACo/Gv0zCX0yJlA/s1600-h/Asher+598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R6VRxunkgnI/AAAAAAAAACo/Gv0zCX0yJlA/s400/Asher+598.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162622462619583090" 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/7491408152606421287-2809098177133138146?l=ashadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/2809098177133138146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491408152606421287&amp;postID=2809098177133138146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/2809098177133138146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/2809098177133138146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-first-roller-coaster.html' title='My first roller coaster'/><author><name>Asher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938151097354809408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGE5yEZzgYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/orHz766PZQ8/S220/9mo-bench-thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R6VRxunkgnI/AAAAAAAAACo/Gv0zCX0yJlA/s72-c/Asher+598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491408152606421287.post-6851298174361213048</id><published>2008-01-26T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T19:10:41.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the move...</title><content type='html'>My new skill! Mama says she'll be happy when I figure out how to go the other way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-028061937429269834 visible" href="http://s237.photobucket.com/flash/player.swf?file=http://vid237.photobucket.com/albums/ff206/aliciagoree/Asher/Asher-028-recode.flv"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-028061937429269834 visible" href="http://s237.photobucket.com/flash/player.swf?file=http://vid237.photobucket.com/albums/ff206/aliciagoree/Asher/Asher-028-recode.flv"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s237.photobucket.com/flash/player.swf?file=http://vid237.photobucket.com/albums/ff206/aliciagoree/Asher/Asher-028-recode.flv" height="389" width="430"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491408152606421287-6851298174361213048?l=ashadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/6851298174361213048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491408152606421287&amp;postID=6851298174361213048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/6851298174361213048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/6851298174361213048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-move.html' title='On the move...'/><author><name>Asher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938151097354809408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGE5yEZzgYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/orHz766PZQ8/S220/9mo-bench-thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491408152606421287.post-2948887870708565552</id><published>2008-01-22T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:46:30.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of great adventure!</title><content type='html'>It was raining today and mama decided we should go shopping because the shower door repair man came early enough that we had time. I got to play in a different contraption, kinda like mine at home, only different. Maybe better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-00842584515250504 visible ontop" href="http://i237.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid237.photobucket.com/albums/ff206/aliciagoree/Asher/Asher-Jumperoo-1.flv"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid237.photobucket.com/albums/ff206/aliciagoree/Asher/Asher-Jumperoo-1.flv" height="361" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama also said I needed a new toy, even though she wasn't sure where we are going to keep it. I say there's always room for more toys! Here I am with the bear thing. I kick the ball and the bear's head bobs and he sings silly songs. I kick very hard, though, so sometimes the ball almost goes over the bear's head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R5bTqenkgjI/AAAAAAAAACM/rX9k9TyXmo4/s1600-h/Asher+559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R5bTqenkgjI/AAAAAAAAACM/rX9k9TyXmo4/s400/Asher+559.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158543149926482482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama started giving me baths in the kitchen sink instead of her bathroom tub. Something about her aching back. Here I'm holding my feet up so she can wash my goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R5bTrOnkgkI/AAAAAAAAACU/_R8nXt7rUAE/s1600-h/Asher+566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R5bTrOnkgkI/AAAAAAAAACU/_R8nXt7rUAE/s400/Asher+566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158543162811384386" 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/7491408152606421287-2948887870708565552?l=ashadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/2948887870708565552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491408152606421287&amp;postID=2948887870708565552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/2948887870708565552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/2948887870708565552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-of-great-adventure.html' title='A day of great adventure!'/><author><name>Asher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938151097354809408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGE5yEZzgYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/orHz766PZQ8/S220/9mo-bench-thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R5bTqenkgjI/AAAAAAAAACM/rX9k9TyXmo4/s72-c/Asher+559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491408152606421287.post-6573709338750423863</id><published>2008-01-21T17:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:46:30.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's how I roll...</title><content type='html'>I found a new way to ride in my stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R5VHjFp2NyI/AAAAAAAAACE/fm43xUDVnPU/s1600-h/Asher+-+Stroller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R5VHjFp2NyI/AAAAAAAAACE/fm43xUDVnPU/s400/Asher+-+Stroller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158107616361461538" 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/7491408152606421287-6573709338750423863?l=ashadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/6573709338750423863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491408152606421287&amp;postID=6573709338750423863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/6573709338750423863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/6573709338750423863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/2008/01/thats-how-i-roll.html' title='That&apos;s how I roll...'/><author><name>Asher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938151097354809408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGE5yEZzgYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/orHz766PZQ8/S220/9mo-bench-thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R5VHjFp2NyI/AAAAAAAAACE/fm43xUDVnPU/s72-c/Asher+-+Stroller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491408152606421287.post-1450933528632574960</id><published>2008-01-20T19:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:46:30.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soulmates</title><content type='html'>My daddy loves me. He was gone all day yesterday, last night and today. When he came home this evening, he rushed in to say hello, but was sad when I was already asleep. He took some pictures of me making funny faces in my sleep, which eventually woke me up. So I was extra tired and decided to cry. Daddy carried me into my room and helped me fall asleep by holding me close and squeezing my fingers. I guess Daddy was tired, too, because he slept with me about 30 minutes. Mama sneaked in and took our picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R5QPJlp2NxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CT_EXrSO44g/s1600-h/Asher+541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R5QPJlp2NxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CT_EXrSO44g/s400/Asher+541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157764130646931218" 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/7491408152606421287-1450933528632574960?l=ashadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/1450933528632574960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491408152606421287&amp;postID=1450933528632574960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/1450933528632574960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/1450933528632574960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/2008/01/soulmates.html' title='Soulmates'/><author><name>Asher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938151097354809408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGE5yEZzgYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/orHz766PZQ8/S220/9mo-bench-thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R5QPJlp2NxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CT_EXrSO44g/s72-c/Asher+541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491408152606421287.post-4318428747413207870</id><published>2008-01-17T18:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:46:30.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>Mama got a new saddle for me to ride on. I can ride on the front, side or back. Here I am on the back. I like that plant over there. It's pretty, and it's dancing in the wind for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R5AJTFp2NvI/AAAAAAAAABs/8ZM2Y-20P60/s1600-h/Asher+506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R5AJTFp2NvI/AAAAAAAAABs/8ZM2Y-20P60/s400/Asher+506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156631796879079154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my legs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R5AJTVp2NwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6pRrX-5LJSk/s1600-h/Asher+510b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R5AJTVp2NwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6pRrX-5LJSk/s400/Asher+510b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156631801174046466" 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/7491408152606421287-4318428747413207870?l=ashadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/4318428747413207870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491408152606421287&amp;postID=4318428747413207870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/4318428747413207870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/4318428747413207870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/2008/01/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Asher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938151097354809408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGE5yEZzgYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/orHz766PZQ8/S220/9mo-bench-thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R5AJTFp2NvI/AAAAAAAAABs/8ZM2Y-20P60/s72-c/Asher+506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491408152606421287.post-2654953141934717822</id><published>2008-01-13T12:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:46:31.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many fish...</title><content type='html'>Here's Lucy, my girlfriend. Remember &lt;a href="http://aliciaandken.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-town.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; picture of us when we were young? Now we're much more grown up. She smiles at me now. A lot. Maybe she was hoping I'd give her a pair of my &lt;a href="http://www.babylegs.net/"&gt;Babylegs&lt;/a&gt;, but I think she's needs some pink ones, which I don't have. I held her hand a while; it tastes different than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R4puUFp2NuI/AAAAAAAAABk/VzOIW878cLA/s1600-h/Asher+491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R4puUFp2NuI/AAAAAAAAABk/VzOIW878cLA/s400/Asher+491.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155054014873089762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell my Sabbath girl, Melia, about Lucy, though. She might be sad that she's not the only girl that makes me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491408152606421287-2654953141934717822?l=ashadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/2654953141934717822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491408152606421287&amp;postID=2654953141934717822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/2654953141934717822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/2654953141934717822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-many-fish.html' title='So many fish...'/><author><name>Asher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938151097354809408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGE5yEZzgYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/orHz766PZQ8/S220/9mo-bench-thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R4puUFp2NuI/AAAAAAAAABk/VzOIW878cLA/s72-c/Asher+491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491408152606421287.post-5514007619318402472</id><published>2008-01-09T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T21:47:59.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life of late</title><content type='html'>&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d6a45334f5445354f413d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play Cute+as+a+Button" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d6a45334f5445354f413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" height="303" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491408152606421287-5514007619318402472?l=ashadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/5514007619318402472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491408152606421287&amp;postID=5514007619318402472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/5514007619318402472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/5514007619318402472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-life-of-late.html' title='My life of late'/><author><name>Asher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938151097354809408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGE5yEZzgYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/orHz766PZQ8/S220/9mo-bench-thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491408152606421287.post-1000303126936526836</id><published>2008-01-05T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:46:31.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy</title><content type='html'>Here I am with my puppy, Brady. He's pretty big, but mama calls him a baby, too. He has way more hair than I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R4BuAFp2NtI/AAAAAAAAABc/NU8bA8XP2To/s1600-h/Asher+463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R4BuAFp2NtI/AAAAAAAAABc/NU8bA8XP2To/s400/Asher+463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152238921508599506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So in other news, Evil Doctor was squishing my belly at my appointment last week, and he decided he didn't like something in there. He said my spleen was too big and made mommy take me to the hospital for some tests. First, mama wouldn't give me my breakfast, and big man put cold jelly on my belly and mushed it all over with a wand, taking pictures of my insides. Finally I was able to eat breakfast, but then two mean ladies in a different room (mama called it "the lab") held me down and drained my blood into a bottle and attached a plastic bag to my private goodies to catch my pee. NOT a good morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, that afternoon, we drove all the way to the House Ear Institute to have my hearing checked again. I didn't feel like sleeping for as long as the test took, even though mama got to hold me in a rocking chair this time. I think we're going to do it again in a couple of months. Mama says they'll give me something special to make sure I'm sleeping this time, because I'll be old enough then. They said that the one ear they got done was good news, though. It looks like barely a "mild" loss instead of "moderate" like they thought last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor called mama that night to say that the test (meganoise? ultranoise? megasound?) showed that my spleen is too big, and that is probably caused by a virus, but we don't know which one. Evil Doctor wants to squish my belly again in a week to see if maybe it was caused by the little cold I had last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a terrible incident this week, too. I woke up during the night and was wiggling around and somehow ended up on my belly. I HATE being on my belly! I peed through my pajamas and was really cold, so I decided to holler for mama. It worked, and she came to save me, except instead of rolling me over, she laughed and said something about wishing she had a camera. She did eventually get me fixed up, but told people it was my first time to roll all the way over, and said I looked like a sky-diver who was freaking out, because only my belly was touching the crib and my head, arms and legs were waving around in the air. Well, I didn't do it on purpose, and I haven't done it again since. Maybe one of these days I'll try it, just to see if mama gets all worked up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491408152606421287-1000303126936526836?l=ashadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/1000303126936526836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491408152606421287&amp;postID=1000303126936526836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/1000303126936526836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/1000303126936526836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/2008/01/puppy.html' title='Puppy'/><author><name>Asher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938151097354809408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGE5yEZzgYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/orHz766PZQ8/S220/9mo-bench-thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R4BuAFp2NtI/AAAAAAAAABc/NU8bA8XP2To/s72-c/Asher+463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491408152606421287.post-5137120056055914941</id><published>2007-12-20T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:46:31.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa</title><content type='html'>So today I met that guy who's suit mama made me wear for her office picture. Except I'm sure he wouldn't have fit in it. He was much bigger than me. I was pretty tired when we got there, but I held it together long enough to pose for a picture (see below). I couldn't smile though. Too much effort. But he seemed nice enough. Not sure why the girl in front of me got so scared and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R2tRslp2NsI/AAAAAAAAABU/SWVBUPcckJQ/s1600-h/Asher-457---crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R2tRslp2NsI/AAAAAAAAABU/SWVBUPcckJQ/s400/Asher-457---crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146296825664648898" 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/7491408152606421287-5137120056055914941?l=ashadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/5137120056055914941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491408152606421287&amp;postID=5137120056055914941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/5137120056055914941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/5137120056055914941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/2007/12/santa.html' title='Santa'/><author><name>Asher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938151097354809408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGE5yEZzgYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/orHz766PZQ8/S220/9mo-bench-thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R2tRslp2NsI/AAAAAAAAABU/SWVBUPcckJQ/s72-c/Asher-457---crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491408152606421287.post-9066880593465542569</id><published>2007-12-17T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:46:31.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R2djeFp2NqI/AAAAAAAAABE/apZlVCyPBRw/s1600-h/Asher+435b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R2djeFp2NqI/AAAAAAAAABE/apZlVCyPBRw/s400/Asher+435b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145190467859003042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today mama dressed me up in some guy named Santa's suit to be in a picture with her work people. When we came home, she let me make snow angels! Well, maybe it wasn't snow. It was the back of a satin blanket. But I don't think she'd lay me on by back in a snow bank anyway, so this was better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491408152606421287-9066880593465542569?l=ashadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/9066880593465542569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491408152606421287&amp;postID=9066880593465542569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/9066880593465542569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/9066880593465542569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/2007/12/angels.html' title='Angels'/><author><name>Asher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938151097354809408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGE5yEZzgYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/orHz766PZQ8/S220/9mo-bench-thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R2djeFp2NqI/AAAAAAAAABE/apZlVCyPBRw/s72-c/Asher+435b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491408152606421287.post-1081547287541141336</id><published>2007-12-14T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:46:32.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Froggy friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R2NvP1p2NmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p85CijGJMtU/s1600-h/Asher+389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R2NvP1p2NmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p85CijGJMtU/s320/Asher+389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144077517278557794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am in the jumpy thing I mentioned a while ago. The froggy is my new friend. He smiles at me. So does the sunflower behind me. I like smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R2NvQFp2NnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RN8MY3y69Zg/s1600-h/Asher+401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R2NvQFp2NnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RN8MY3y69Zg/s320/Asher+401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144077521573525106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R2NvQlp2NoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZKHOS6AFisc/s1600-h/Asher+365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R2NvQlp2NoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZKHOS6AFisc/s320/Asher+365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144077530163459714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought I'd throw in one picture of mama and me at Thanksgiving. I like these big bags of beans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491408152606421287-1081547287541141336?l=ashadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/1081547287541141336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491408152606421287&amp;postID=1081547287541141336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/1081547287541141336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/1081547287541141336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/2007/12/here-i-am-in-jumpy-thing-i-mentioned.html' title='Froggy friends'/><author><name>Asher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938151097354809408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGE5yEZzgYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/orHz766PZQ8/S220/9mo-bench-thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R2NvP1p2NmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p85CijGJMtU/s72-c/Asher+389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491408152606421287.post-5066152296644430493</id><published>2007-12-03T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:23:12.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All night</title><content type='html'>When I woke up hungry at 5:15 this morning, momma was smiling at me, which she doesn't usually do when it's still dark outside. I wasn't sure what I did right, but she said something about how she'd missed me, because she hadn't seen me since 10 last night. (I usually see her at midnight and 3:30 a.m., but I guess I was extra tired last night.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we packed into the car and drove over to See Me Valley to some elephant's bar for lunch with mom's friend Michele. She smiled at me, but I was too sleepy to work my flirt mo-jo. We also went to momma's office, and all the ladies there were mad that I was sleeping so soundly. A few tried to wake me up, but I was trying even harder to stay asleep. (I was dreaming about boobs, and no boy wants to wake up from that dream!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking and telling short stories these days, which momma and daddy seem to like. I'll have to get a video of me posted so you can hear my latest tales. Momma's boss's wife gave me two toy trucks today, too, which mom says will be soo much fun when I can hang onto something bigger than her finger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491408152606421287-5066152296644430493?l=ashadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/5066152296644430493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491408152606421287&amp;postID=5066152296644430493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/5066152296644430493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/5066152296644430493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-night.html' title='All night'/><author><name>Asher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938151097354809408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGE5yEZzgYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/orHz766PZQ8/S220/9mo-bench-thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491408152606421287.post-3385564897632298047</id><published>2007-12-02T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:46:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R1O0g4PNZ-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/C4AX-9hQCrY/s1600-R/jumper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R1O0g4PNZ-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-Bd3GBosirk/s320/jumper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139650076704860130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="bubwrapper"&gt;&lt;div id="bubLyr1"&gt;So my mom picked out a new thing to entertain me today, and had grandma pick it up when she was at Babies R Us. It's calle&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Baby Einstein™ Musical Motion Activity Jumper, whatever that means. It's pretty fun, but mom says I'll like it even more when I'm bigger. I can touch the floor, but it's still on tippy toes, which were a little scrunched today as it was because my sleeper outfit is too short. I have no idea what all the parts of it do, and mom said something about how it figures it'd take C batteries, since that's the only size we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't &lt;/span&gt;have. But that's OK, because my favorite part was the little red ball on the right side, which I spun with my hand over and over and stared at the little beads skipping around inside. Fascinating. I'll have to post a picture of me in it soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:showEnhanced('0','2431410');"&gt;     &lt;/a&gt;    &lt;!--BRU--&gt;         &lt;input name="aSkn_1" value="254589" type="hidden"&gt;     &lt;input name="aItemRequested_1" value="0" type="hidden"&gt;     &lt;!--BRU ENDS.--&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div id="bubLyr2"&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/7491408152606421287-3385564897632298047?l=ashadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/3385564897632298047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491408152606421287&amp;postID=3385564897632298047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/3385564897632298047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/3385564897632298047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-thing.html' title='New thing'/><author><name>Asher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938151097354809408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGE5yEZzgYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/orHz766PZQ8/S220/9mo-bench-thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/R1O0g4PNZ-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/-Bd3GBosirk/s72-c/jumper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7491408152606421287.post-5309124089262813681</id><published>2007-11-28T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T00:04:35.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shots stink</title><content type='html'>I decided today is as good a day as any to start my own blog. I'm 10 weeks and 1 day old, and today was my first round of shots with Evil Doctor and Wicked Nurse. I'll start with the good news — I'm growing. Today I weighed in at 16 pounds, 5-1/2 ounces, and 25 inches long. Evil Doctor did his usual mysterious tortures ... he pinned my knees under my armpits, smooshed my belly all the way to my backbone, yanked my arms, tickled my feet, shined a light in my eyes, and so on. Then he talked to mommy and daddy about how pleased he is with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the real trouble started. I was in such a good mood, talking to everyone and smiling. Then Wicked Nurse came in with a cold silver tray topped with three needles that looked like they were meant for someone even bigger than my daddy. She rubbed cold stuff on my thighs and jabbed those needles in before I knew what was going on. I was shocked and horrified, felt my face turn red and I made sure to scream for all I was worth so mommy and daddy would know that they should &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;let Wicked Nurse touch me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm not feeling to hot tonight. I woke up from a nap feeling pretty icky, so I cried the most pathetic wail I could muster for a long, long time. Daddy drove like a racehorse to the drug store to buy me some Tylenol, which I think is helping a little bit. I heard mommy say something about hoping we'd all get some sleep tonight. Yeah, right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7491408152606421287-5309124089262813681?l=ashadams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/feeds/5309124089262813681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7491408152606421287&amp;postID=5309124089262813681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/5309124089262813681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7491408152606421287/posts/default/5309124089262813681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashadams.blogspot.com/2007/11/shots-stink.html' title='Shots stink'/><author><name>Asher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938151097354809408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R8Rx-cazouM/SGE5yEZzgYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/orHz766PZQ8/S220/9mo-bench-thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
