<?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-1056861653439579402</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:25:45.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories from Anna</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1056861653439579402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893881966380344913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-xDAGqeOcQ/SZLSWcvkCLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vv2Fu0b1O4c/S220/3164122707_97a70dd9be_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1056861653439579402.post-5633383513433548132</id><published>2009-05-10T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T13:55:19.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Reasons My Daughter Loves Me</title><content type='html'>From one of three Mother's Day cards my Anna (3) made for me. (This one she dictated to my husband.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love mommy because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Her hugs and kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. She likes me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. She plays with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. She goes to the farm with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. She goes to the zoo with me and Ahmomma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I love her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. She likes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. She loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. She likes to draw with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. She works hard with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Mother's Day to me. :)&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/1056861653439579402-5633383513433548132?l=squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5633383513433548132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1056861653439579402&amp;postID=5633383513433548132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1056861653439579402/posts/default/5633383513433548132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1056861653439579402/posts/default/5633383513433548132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-reasons-my-daughter-loves-me.html' title='10 Reasons My Daughter Loves Me'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893881966380344913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-xDAGqeOcQ/SZLSWcvkCLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vv2Fu0b1O4c/S220/3164122707_97a70dd9be_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1056861653439579402.post-3858668561914594142</id><published>2009-02-24T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:10:09.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you all the time...but</title><content type='html'>Anna: Mommy, I love you all the time...(dramatic pause/thoughtful look)...but not when you're mad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unprompted 45mins later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna: Mommy, I love you all the time, even when you're mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How wonderful is that. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1056861653439579402-3858668561914594142?l=squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3858668561914594142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1056861653439579402&amp;postID=3858668561914594142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1056861653439579402/posts/default/3858668561914594142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1056861653439579402/posts/default/3858668561914594142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-you-all-timebut.html' title='I love you all the time...but'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893881966380344913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-xDAGqeOcQ/SZLSWcvkCLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vv2Fu0b1O4c/S220/3164122707_97a70dd9be_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1056861653439579402.post-7278229119071286483</id><published>2008-12-07T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T05:01:03.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mommy:&lt;/span&gt; That's right, Santa likes it when you leave him some milk &amp;amp; cookies. Would you like to do that?&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anna:&lt;/span&gt; Maybe we can put them in our cookie jar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mommy: &lt;/span&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anna: &lt;/span&gt;So he won't find them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mommy:&lt;/span&gt; Wouldn't you like to leave him something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anna:&lt;/span&gt; We can leave him my green beans. Yes. That's it. Green beans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1056861653439579402-7278229119071286483?l=squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7278229119071286483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1056861653439579402&amp;postID=7278229119071286483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1056861653439579402/posts/default/7278229119071286483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1056861653439579402/posts/default/7278229119071286483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com/2008/12/santas-cookies.html' title='Santa&apos;s Cookies'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893881966380344913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-xDAGqeOcQ/SZLSWcvkCLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vv2Fu0b1O4c/S220/3164122707_97a70dd9be_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1056861653439579402.post-1065138466106680873</id><published>2008-09-22T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T04:16:05.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOK! BOK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anna, holding her toy chicken:&lt;/span&gt; "Chicken is food too. We eat chicken."&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Not this chicken, he's our friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt;: But sometimes we eat chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, sometimes we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anna:&lt;/span&gt; That's weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anna (in Chicken voice):&lt;/span&gt; Please don't eat me, bok! bok! Please don't eat me! You don't want to eat me! Bok! Bok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicken runs from me and hides behind Rabbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anna (in Rabbit voice):&lt;/span&gt; Do you want to eat me too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anna:&lt;/span&gt; That's weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1056861653439579402-1065138466106680873?l=squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1065138466106680873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1056861653439579402&amp;postID=1065138466106680873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1056861653439579402/posts/default/1065138466106680873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1056861653439579402/posts/default/1065138466106680873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com/2008/09/bok-bok.html' title='BOK! BOK!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893881966380344913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-xDAGqeOcQ/SZLSWcvkCLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vv2Fu0b1O4c/S220/3164122707_97a70dd9be_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1056861653439579402.post-3655297580112128181</id><published>2008-09-15T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T07:10:00.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm a Grown-Up</title><content type='html'>When I'm a grown-up, I won't have to be sad anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1056861653439579402-3655297580112128181?l=squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3655297580112128181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1056861653439579402&amp;postID=3655297580112128181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1056861653439579402/posts/default/3655297580112128181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1056861653439579402/posts/default/3655297580112128181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-im-grown-up.html' title='When I&apos;m a Grown-Up'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893881966380344913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-xDAGqeOcQ/SZLSWcvkCLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vv2Fu0b1O4c/S220/3164122707_97a70dd9be_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1056861653439579402.post-6003017827365037740</id><published>2008-09-02T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:32:01.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Mommy Quite Contrary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the produce isle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, Mommy, quite contrary, how does your poop grow?"&lt;br /&gt;"Er... I dunno"&lt;br /&gt;"With silver poops, and cockle poops, and pretty poops all in a row!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1056861653439579402-6003017827365037740?l=squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6003017827365037740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1056861653439579402&amp;postID=6003017827365037740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1056861653439579402/posts/default/6003017827365037740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1056861653439579402/posts/default/6003017827365037740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com/2008/09/mommy-mommy-quite-contrary.html' title='Mommy Mommy Quite Contrary'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893881966380344913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-xDAGqeOcQ/SZLSWcvkCLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vv2Fu0b1O4c/S220/3164122707_97a70dd9be_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1056861653439579402.post-4715051579492548270</id><published>2008-08-15T05:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T05:29:28.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owl Outside My Bedroom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I heard an Owl outside my bedroom. He was a little scary. So I said "Go away Owl." And he went away. Then I said "Bye, Owl. See you soon, Owl." When he came back, he was a nice Owl and I wasn't scared anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1056861653439579402-4715051579492548270?l=squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4715051579492548270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1056861653439579402&amp;postID=4715051579492548270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1056861653439579402/posts/default/4715051579492548270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1056861653439579402/posts/default/4715051579492548270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com/2008/08/owl-outside-my-bedroom.html' title='Owl Outside My Bedroom.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893881966380344913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-xDAGqeOcQ/SZLSWcvkCLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vv2Fu0b1O4c/S220/3164122707_97a70dd9be_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1056861653439579402.post-6206531224151003993</id><published>2008-08-15T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T05:30:52.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a beautiful lady named "Mommy." She was a queen. And she was beautiful. She had a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dinosaur f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;riend named Molly. One day, she and Molly went to a festival and rode on a magical merry-go-round. Then she and Molly came home to their castle in the woods, where she lived with King Daddy and Princess Anna. They lived happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1056861653439579402-6206531224151003993?l=squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6206531224151003993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1056861653439579402&amp;postID=6206531224151003993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1056861653439579402/posts/default/6206531224151003993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1056861653439579402/posts/default/6206531224151003993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelgirlstories.blogspot.com/2008/08/queen-mommy.html' title='Queen Mommy'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893881966380344913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1-xDAGqeOcQ/SZLSWcvkCLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vv2Fu0b1O4c/S220/3164122707_97a70dd9be_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
