<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396872193978291243</id><updated>2008-07-19T07:07:03.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeless Tales Playroom blog</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/TimelessTalesPlayroomblog.xml'/><author><name>Teri A Murray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790431569950208336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396872193978291243.post-7906566828840004991</id><published>2008-07-10T14:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:20:31.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But Mommy Still Needs Naptime!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Its gone...so gone... I think the days of a 2 hour semi break in the middle of the day are over.  My 3 year old won't nap anymore.  

I am mourning the loss of this time.  There are 5 stages right?  Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance.  I have been in denial for a couple of weeks now.  I started to see the writing on the wall just prior to our last vacation, but I still wanted to </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/2008/07/but-mommy-still-needs-naptime.html' title='But Mommy Still Needs Naptime!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396872193978291243&amp;postID=7906566828840004991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/TimelessTalesPlayroomblog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/7906566828840004991'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/7906566828840004991'/><author><name>Teri A Murray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790431569950208336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396872193978291243.post-6600376619067124334</id><published>2008-06-21T16:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T21:09:42.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainsley Toonsly is Extremely Upset</title><summary type='text'>My 3 year old has taken on a new personality. Ainsley Toonsly.  

It happened yesterday when we were playing outside.  They were playing school and Megan aka Ainsley was dropped off at my school.  When I asked her what her name was she mumbled something "ansily dansily" or "amily todely" or something like this and then I deciphered Ainsely Toonsly?? And her eyes lit up.  "Yes, I'm Ainsely Toonsly</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/2008/06/ainsley-toonsly-is-extremely-upset.html' title='Ainsley Toonsly is Extremely Upset'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396872193978291243&amp;postID=6600376619067124334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/TimelessTalesPlayroomblog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/6600376619067124334'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/6600376619067124334'/><author><name>Teri A Murray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790431569950208336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396872193978291243.post-7038500041124543331</id><published>2008-06-14T07:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T07:27:37.067-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer vacation'/><title type='text'>A Golden Summer??</title><summary type='text'>The first week my kids were out of their MDO program I was apprehensive, but happy.  It was the first time in a long time I would have both my 3 and 5 year old home with me for an extended period of time without any type of school program to break up the day.   The first week we enjoyed lazy mornings, playing in the water on our upstairs deck, playdates with neighbor kids across the street, and a</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/2008/06/golden-summer.html' title='A Golden Summer??'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396872193978291243&amp;postID=7038500041124543331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/TimelessTalesPlayroomblog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/7038500041124543331'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/7038500041124543331'/><author><name>Teri A Murray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790431569950208336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396872193978291243.post-5338196789225702160</id><published>2008-05-31T08:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T07:04:55.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Dance Recital</title><summary type='text'>To dance or not to dance.  

A year of Saturdays practicing, countless dollars spent on practices, costumes, shoes and tights, a year of mommy and daddy fighting over the value of spending dollars on practices, costumes, shoes and tights.  And then the recital...

Our little girl who was destined to be a dancer was excited every Saturday morning.  She was one of the most focused in her 4-5 year </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/2008/05/1st-dance-recital.html' title='1st Dance Recital'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396872193978291243&amp;postID=5338196789225702160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/TimelessTalesPlayroomblog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/5338196789225702160'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/5338196789225702160'/><author><name>Teri A Murray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790431569950208336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396872193978291243.post-8808673191396035362</id><published>2008-05-23T09:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:39:33.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cost of Doing Business with Big Business</title><summary type='text'>I know its an unlikely topic for this blog.  Nothing about the kids...but as a stay at home/working mom, I have had to spend more time than I would like dealing with call centers and other people who are following "procedure" at the cost of service.  Whether it is the phone company, airlines, cable company, or furniture store, most every interaction is frustrating at best and in the end I always </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/2008/05/cost-of-doing-business-with-big.html' title='The Cost of Doing Business with Big Business'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396872193978291243&amp;postID=8808673191396035362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/TimelessTalesPlayroomblog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/8808673191396035362'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/8808673191396035362'/><author><name>Teri A Murray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790431569950208336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396872193978291243.post-519623162952959916</id><published>2008-05-22T07:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T06:37:15.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG this is Crazy</title><summary type='text'>Is it just me or has this whole acronym thing gotten OOC?  Is it that we are just lazy or is this a new language we use to feel a part of a group?  How many ways can you incorporate 8 into your text message?  That is so gr8!!  

I recently joined a group of Disney fanatics message board that shares helpful tips and tricks for planning Disney vacations. I love the board and the positive energy </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/2008/05/omg-this-is-crazy.html' title='OMG this is Crazy'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396872193978291243&amp;postID=519623162952959916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/TimelessTalesPlayroomblog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/519623162952959916'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/519623162952959916'/><author><name>Teri A Murray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790431569950208336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396872193978291243.post-1344837014837756652</id><published>2008-05-16T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:48:09.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to buy a boat</title><summary type='text'>This is what our 3 year old said to me today as she was handing me a dollar.  "I want to buy a boat.".  "What kind?" I inquired.  No answer, just "I want to buy a boat".  

Kids are interesting, funny and a little crazy sometimes.  At 3 our little thoughtful child has been putting in overtime with her imagination.  Yesterday she told her aunt that she was wishing for flowers on the trees.  Today </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/2008/05/i-want-to-buy-boat.html' title='I want to buy a boat'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396872193978291243&amp;postID=1344837014837756652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/TimelessTalesPlayroomblog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/1344837014837756652'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/1344837014837756652'/><author><name>Teri A Murray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790431569950208336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396872193978291243.post-6384724544876298874</id><published>2008-04-30T06:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T07:04:48.237-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alarm clocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mornings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early'/><title type='text'>Where's the Snooze??</title><summary type='text'>"What goes around comes around"... I think that is the saying.  Although the term "Its payback time" seems more appropriate.  I'm referring to the irony of the fact that while I have been anything but a morning person, my children have turned me into someone who wakes up at 5:50 am, everyday, rain or shine.  5:50am.  I can't imagine.

When I was growing up I had an alarm clock.  Ragedy Ann and </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/2008/04/wheres-snooze.html' title='Where&apos;s the Snooze??'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396872193978291243&amp;postID=6384724544876298874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/TimelessTalesPlayroomblog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/6384724544876298874'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/6384724544876298874'/><author><name>Teri A Murray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790431569950208336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396872193978291243.post-8171427708421103225</id><published>2008-04-23T11:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:13:03.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate bugs</title><summary type='text'>Bugs.  
Bugs used to be interesting little creatures that would capture my children's attention and make for very entertaining outings.  There was the time my oldest found a caterpillar on a park bench and proceeded to study it for about 45 minutes while I sat and read a magazine.  Great day, very peaceful.  
Now, they are terrifying creatures.  Anything that buzzes must have stinging potential </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/2008/04/i-hate-bugs.html' title='I hate bugs'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396872193978291243&amp;postID=8171427708421103225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/TimelessTalesPlayroomblog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/8171427708421103225'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/8171427708421103225'/><author><name>Teri A Murray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790431569950208336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396872193978291243.post-8662872678620622392</id><published>2008-04-11T15:41:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:55:26.442-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uppercase living'/><title type='text'>I am a creative genious</title><summary type='text'>Ok not really, but I love that Uppercase Living makes me feel like I am!  If you haven't been exposed to the world of Uppercase Living and you have any aspirations to personalize your home I would highly recommend it.  A direct sales company featuring designs you put on your walls which includes; inspirational sayings, names, cute pictures, etc; makes it so easy to create a space uniquely yours.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/2008/04/i-am-creative-genious.html' title='I am a creative genious'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.uppercaseliving.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396872193978291243&amp;postID=8662872678620622392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/TimelessTalesPlayroomblog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/8662872678620622392'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/8662872678620622392'/><author><name>Teri A Murray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790431569950208336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396872193978291243.post-5600475547260162137</id><published>2008-04-08T16:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T17:06:34.627-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet coke'/><title type='text'>Diet Coke is So Much Fun</title><summary type='text'>I had no idea how much fun diet coke could be until today.  Today, when I made an emergency run to the store because I was out and knew I couldn't make it through the day without this crutch.  So we went to the store, I pushed the semi=truck of carts, the one with the car attached to the front where the kids could sit and play while I got a serious workout venturing through the store.  

I picked</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/2008/04/diet-coke-is-so-much-fun.html' title='Diet Coke is So Much Fun'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396872193978291243&amp;postID=5600475547260162137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/TimelessTalesPlayroomblog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/5600475547260162137'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/5600475547260162137'/><author><name>Teri A Murray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790431569950208336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396872193978291243.post-1141637922964025288</id><published>2008-04-06T07:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T07:52:43.017-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car buying'/><title type='text'>Car Shopping with Kids</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever had the joy of car shopping with kids?  2 kids, ages 2 and 5 running around the showroom floor, 2 possible car choices, 5 test drives (car seat moved into each car for each drive) and Kellie the 5 year old exclaiming after each drive "can we get this one? I really like this one" (so much for hard negotiating) later we made our purchase.  It wasn't a bad experience really, but when </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/2008/04/car-shopping-with-kids.html' title='Car Shopping with Kids'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396872193978291243&amp;postID=1141637922964025288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/TimelessTalesPlayroomblog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/1141637922964025288'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/1141637922964025288'/><author><name>Teri A Murray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790431569950208336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396872193978291243.post-7419234164682610549</id><published>2007-09-23T07:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T06:52:45.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know...is that ok?</title><summary type='text'>I remember with fondness the sweet innocence of the year when my oldest daughter was 2.  She was always curious, but at that age when she asked "why?" and "what is that?" I was able to answer these questions and move on with life in a somewhat satisfactory way.  Pre-kid, I always thought it would be fun to have someone to share your knowledge with and answer those whys.  If in a serious mood I </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/2007/09/i-dont-knowis-that-ok.html' title='I don&apos;t know...is that ok?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396872193978291243&amp;postID=7419234164682610549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/TimelessTalesPlayroomblog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/7419234164682610549'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/7419234164682610549'/><author><name>Teri A Murray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790431569950208336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396872193978291243.post-4991676044474751824</id><published>2007-07-05T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T07:43:32.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing to Moms - A Good Idea</title><summary type='text'>I was recently part of a focus group held by the Marketing to Moms Group, BSM Media.  The fact that this was an event for only my 4 year old and I to attend made it a very special event.  Kellie was very excited that she got to participate in a "meeting" and thought it was cool that her little sister was left behind.  As a mom with 2 kids, finding ways to make each of them feel special is always </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/2007/07/marketing-to-moms-good-idea.html' title='Marketing to Moms - A Good Idea'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396872193978291243&amp;postID=4991676044474751824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/TimelessTalesPlayroomblog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/4991676044474751824'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/4991676044474751824'/><author><name>Teri A Murray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790431569950208336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396872193978291243.post-6605980559716440367</id><published>2007-06-03T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T21:55:56.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Not It</title><summary type='text'>"No,no,no,no,no,no,no.." that is our 2 year old, Megan's, favorite saying.  It usually accompanies a request from me to do something like, get her dressed, change her diaper, feed her dinner...well anything we need to do that is not exactly what she has her mind set to do at that moment actually.  Its not my favorite saying, but it is coming along with some other new and unique phrases that are </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/2007/06/i-am-not-it.html' title='I Am Not It'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396872193978291243&amp;postID=6605980559716440367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/TimelessTalesPlayroomblog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/6605980559716440367'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/6605980559716440367'/><author><name>Teri A Murray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790431569950208336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396872193978291243.post-6381967083545731792</id><published>2007-05-29T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T11:06:08.895-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recreation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><title type='text'>M&amp;M's and Swimming Pools</title><summary type='text'>I love my children...I really do.   However, today I have come to the sad realization that in order to be a good parent I'm going to have to resign myself to the fact that I will most likely have to look like a raving lunatic 70% of the time I am out in public with my 2 angels.  This realization has been entering my mind for awhile, but today I fully embraced the situation. 

I first noticed how </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/2007/05/m-and-swimming-pools.html' title='M&amp;M&apos;s and Swimming Pools'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396872193978291243&amp;postID=6381967083545731792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/TimelessTalesPlayroomblog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/6381967083545731792'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/6381967083545731792'/><author><name>Teri A Murray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790431569950208336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396872193978291243.post-638286389075349955</id><published>2007-05-23T21:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T21:40:45.070-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cravings'/><title type='text'>Make the Diet Cheating Worthwhile</title><summary type='text'>Ok so I feel the need to add to these ramblings with a topic that has been of great interest to our family lately and probably always - FOOD!  I have been on a diet successfully for the last 4 months, losing 30 pounds so far...but I am hitting a wall.  That wall is complete boredom with anything green and healthy and chicken.  So sick of chicken...   

So as of late I have been allowing myself </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/2007/05/make-diet-cheating-worthwhile.html' title='Make the Diet Cheating Worthwhile'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396872193978291243&amp;postID=638286389075349955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/TimelessTalesPlayroomblog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/638286389075349955'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/638286389075349955'/><author><name>Teri A Murray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790431569950208336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396872193978291243.post-7198200324790204546</id><published>2007-05-18T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T21:43:49.306-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><title type='text'>Disney "Little Ones" Vacation</title><summary type='text'>As a former employee and a total Disney junkie, I was excited to hear about a special offer coming up at Disney World this fall for preschoolers. Between August 26th and October 28th the most magical place on earth is hosting events such as Little Ones Magic Hour where the parks are open early just for families with young children, a Playhouse Disney concert and special dining experiences just </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/2007/05/disney-little-ones-vacation.html' title='Disney &quot;Little Ones&quot; Vacation'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396872193978291243&amp;postID=7198200324790204546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/TimelessTalesPlayroomblog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/7198200324790204546'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/7198200324790204546'/><author><name>Teri A Murray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790431569950208336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396872193978291243.post-5449961881555898679</id><published>2007-05-18T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T12:08:19.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting some zzzz's</title><summary type='text'>When I was pregnant with my first chld everyone kept telling me to get lots of sleep.  Enjoy it while you can!  After 9 months of everyone telling me to sleep I was sort of tired of the advice.  Ok, ok, I'll be tired when I have kids I get it...

Then my daughter was born and I was exhausted!!  I mean this wasn't the typical run of the mill baby here.  We are talking about an amazing child who </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/2007/05/getting-some-zzzzs.html' title='Getting some zzzz&apos;s'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396872193978291243&amp;postID=5449961881555898679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/TimelessTalesPlayroomblog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/5449961881555898679'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/5449961881555898679'/><author><name>Teri A Murray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790431569950208336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396872193978291243.post-3363875905146865163</id><published>2007-05-14T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T00:24:56.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundom Kids</title><summary type='text'>As a mom of a 2 year old and 4 year old, we have been actively looking for fun things to do that won't cost a fortune and allow for some quality entertainment. We recently discovered FundomKids in Joelton, TN.

As a newcomer to the area, I was surprised after making the drive to Joelton that there wasn't much else around the Fundom and the building itself was a bit older than I expected. However </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/2007/05/fundom-kids.html' title='Fundom Kids'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396872193978291243&amp;postID=3363875905146865163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/TimelessTalesPlayroomblog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/3363875905146865163'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/3363875905146865163'/><author><name>Teri A Murray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790431569950208336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396872193978291243.post-1547889420608567409</id><published>2007-05-09T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T15:08:56.085-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><title type='text'>My Friend Pablo</title><summary type='text'>Our youngest daughter Megan has always been the quieter, more calm version of her sister. From sleeping to eating to social situations, where Kellie's anxiety sometimes gets the best of her, her sister has always had a laid back approach to life.

Big Sis Kellie never grew attached to any playthings, instead preferring to have mommy or daddy as her playmates. I would try in desperation to get her</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/2007/05/my-friend-pablo.html' title='My Friend Pablo'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6396872193978291243&amp;postID=1547889420608567409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.timeless-tales.com/Family/blog/TimelessTalesPlayroomblog.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/1547889420608567409'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396872193978291243/posts/default/1547889420608567409'/><author><name>Teri A Murray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790431569950208336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>