<?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-3389291415367473348</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:40:04.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At A Glance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krissy-ataglance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3389291415367473348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krissy-ataglance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Krissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17427060861761690027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uz9WQcOus-4/SIufUhxvsYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRM8A3C_MyU/S220/Picture+160.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3389291415367473348.post-5386053412778548378</id><published>2008-08-09T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:45:44.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Just Like Daddy!"</title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't get off to a very good start with my new blog.  But, it's not entirely my fault!  First, I work full time so evenings consist of dinner, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bath time&lt;/span&gt;, playtime, bedtime. Second, I have the most unreliable computer on the planet.  I never know when it's going to work and it didn't want to work all last week.  My husband says it needs a system restore but our son thought it would be fun to break the restore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;discs&lt;/span&gt; in half...so he did!  So there you have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things around here have been more than a little crazy but the one thing that has kept us the busiest is potty training.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; not my favorite part of parenting so far.  But, what do you do!?  We have been working with Cam for about 3 months now and it gets a little better every day.  He's pretty good at #1 even though there is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occasional&lt;/span&gt; accident if he gets too busy playing or if his blood sugar is a little high.  #2 is a completely different story but I think we figured out the trick...Matchbox cars, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chucky&lt;/span&gt; Cheese and big boy underwear.  Let me explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car thing worked wonderfully when we were teaching #1- he now owns a bunch of Matchbox cars, that's how fast he caught on.  So, when it was time to tackle #2 we tried the same trick.  This time we placed 5 Matchbox cars on the top shelf in the bathroom where he could see them every day and we told him for every #2 he did in the potty he could have a car.  Didn't go over so well.  He was not interested at...all.  So we promised &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chucky&lt;/span&gt; Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a point in every toddlers life when he decides he loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chucky&lt;/span&gt; Cheese.   For those of you who are not familiar, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Chucky&lt;/span&gt; Cheese is a mini arcade for small kids.  When I was growing up it was Showbiz Pizza.  They have funny little games that spit out tickets at record speed so your little one can claim a prize at the end of the evening.  They serve pizza and pop and even the occasional "adult" drink.  My girlfriend Kelli and I say those drinks are for the daddies that are forced to tag along!  Ha!  They host birthday parties and all kinds of fun stuff.  But, I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam has been to several birthday parties at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;CC's&lt;/span&gt; and has decided he wants to go there everyday.  So, I told him- do #2 and we'll take you to CC.  Um, nope.  That didn't work either.  If memory serves me, when I told him that, his response was "Oh, man!  Bummer!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my wits end and on the verge of complete mental breakdown Kelli told me to try big boy underwear.  Not big boy Pull-Ups, actual underwear.  You know, the kind that no kid wants to feel #2 in.  Sounds horrible, I know, that's what I thought at first.  To be honest, I didn't buy them!  I felt awful at the thought that Cam would have to experience that.  However...we got nowhere.  Mental breakdown quickly approaching, I did it- I bought the big boy underwear.  (Insert beautiful sun rays and heavenly angels singing down on us)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked!  Holy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;moly&lt;/span&gt;, it worked!  She was right!  So, now Cam owns 4 out of the 5 Matchbox cars and he has a wonderful assortment of big boy underwear.  We haven't had an accident in 4 days!  Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the latest event and the meaning of my post title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam comes to me this morning and tells me he has to go potty.  We go to the bathroom, get his little potty ready and I help him with his undies.  I turn around for .25 seconds and he is STANDING there trying to pee in his potty.  But, he is peeing all over my floor and all over my wall.  I am so dumbfounded that I literally stand there...what do I do!?  I can't tell him to stop for heavens sake...when you gotta go, you gotta go.  He managed to get a little in the potty and, when he was finished, looked up at me with the biggest smile and said "Just like Daddy!".  OK, seriously, melted my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think we are headed down the home stretch of potty training.  He still wants his trip to CC, and he will get it, once he goes #2 two more times.  He deserves it...it's a lot of work to potty train so I can only imagine how he must feel.  Ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3389291415367473348-5386053412778548378?l=krissy-ataglance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krissy-ataglance.blogspot.com/feeds/5386053412778548378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3389291415367473348&amp;postID=5386053412778548378' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3389291415367473348/posts/default/5386053412778548378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3389291415367473348/posts/default/5386053412778548378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krissy-ataglance.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-like-daddy.html' title='&quot;Just Like Daddy!&quot;'/><author><name>Krissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17427060861761690027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uz9WQcOus-4/SIufUhxvsYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRM8A3C_MyU/S220/Picture+160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3389291415367473348.post-7685677128618390469</id><published>2008-07-26T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T22:01:02.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Round two?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OK, I did it...I jumped back on the blogging band wagon. This was at the request of my sister, Mandy. It's not that I didn't want to continue blogging- I just ran out of time! But, I will give this another shot...I'm looking forward to it actually! I think this is a neat way to keep in touch with my family and it's a great way to meet new and interesting people. Seems pretty safe, too. Not like some of those other creepy web places out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm afraid I am going to have to follow suit like my sister and just put it out there that there may be times that I disappear. I promise to return with lots of new and exciting stories. I mean, let's face it, I have a three year old, a 4 month old, a husband, a cat and a dog! Life around here can be pretty entertaining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll tell you a secret, though...I love the meme's. I do! I can't help it! Some of them are so interesting and the topics are so fun. To be honest, it makes for good blogging material when you have writer's block. I love to talk about books and movies and music so you may see some posts about the lastest flick I have seen ( The Dark Knight-FANTASTIC) or the latest book I am reading (Dean Koontz- Brother Odd).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, I am ready to give it a whirl and see how this pans out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Until then...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3389291415367473348-7685677128618390469?l=krissy-ataglance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krissy-ataglance.blogspot.com/feeds/7685677128618390469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3389291415367473348&amp;postID=7685677128618390469' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3389291415367473348/posts/default/7685677128618390469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3389291415367473348/posts/default/7685677128618390469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krissy-ataglance.blogspot.com/2008/07/round-two.html' title='Round two?'/><author><name>Krissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17427060861761690027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uz9WQcOus-4/SIufUhxvsYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LRM8A3C_MyU/S220/Picture+160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry></feed>
