<?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-14229547</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:29:36.909-04:00</updated><category term='Live Shot'/><title type='text'>Abby the Babyblogger</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts of a very young Washington, D.C. observer.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-7252701945640422106</id><published>2010-09-29T20:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:04:31.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started first grade today.&lt;br /&gt;  I know, I just started kindergarten a few weeks ago. But I'm done with that. I'm outta there.&lt;br /&gt;  The school decided that I was too advanced to be in kindergarten. I mean, I'm already reading and they're just learning the alphabet. Maybe the teachers read my blog and knew about all this smart stuff.&lt;br /&gt;   Or maybe it was that letter I wrote the school counselor:&lt;br /&gt;   "Dear Mr. Seward.  I’ve been feeling a little green today – a little funny inside as I met you.   I like you no doubt, but getting to know you was a little…well, you know um…you know…funny for me.   I’d say I’m half green and half blue.   I knew I wasn’t shy, but I couldn’t be sure what kind of feeling I was.   I look forward to speaking with you."&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway, I may only be 5 and three-quarters, but I am a first grader. And I like my teacher and my new class and best of all they give you stickers if you are good. I also like being with other kids who can read. I even got math homework.&lt;br /&gt;  I wonder how long it will take me to get to second grade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-7252701945640422106?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7252701945640422106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=7252701945640422106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/7252701945640422106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/7252701945640422106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-started-first-grade-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-3306255462074240900</id><published>2010-09-02T21:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T21:51:55.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's another of my famous e-mails. I say what's on my mind!&lt;br /&gt;  dear aunt jennifer,the moment i saw the pictures of tristan and his frends,i figured that one of them is jack becase  of the look of 'em. i love the one of them when the waves crash upon the rock they look like they are hunting for seaweed on. and i love the bathing suits. oh yes. and there's one more thing i love - you. i like when you go swiming with me. i love it when you bild sandcasles  with me. i love helping you. i love it when you make cloe do tricks.and i like showing you things i can do.but of all those things what i like best is you by your self.  how come tristan likes to play that tv mini game so offin? that's allmost all and i mean all i saw him do on the week of our latist vaciton.even before his bedtime! hope you have a great day. love, abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-3306255462074240900?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3306255462074240900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=3306255462074240900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3306255462074240900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3306255462074240900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2010/09/heres-another-of-my-famous-e-mails.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-7230003094429002071</id><published>2010-08-19T20:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T20:27:37.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister</title><content type='html'>the good part of having a baby sister is:i love her. when i see her smile, she looks 52% cuter than the rose. on walks, i like pushing her in the stroller.when mommy takes over, i love going in front to make laurie laugh.that's my laurie walk job - entertaining her. i love watching her when is busy with something else. the only bad thing about her is: SHE'S DESTRUCT-O BABY, laurie. i hate when she's that to herself.and i do not like it when she pulls my hair ow.ow.owchy owch owch! just thinking about it gives me a headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-7230003094429002071?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7230003094429002071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=7230003094429002071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/7230003094429002071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/7230003094429002071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-sister.html' title='My Sister'/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-2973071457875877924</id><published>2010-08-11T22:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:23:08.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from summering in Malibu. I worked on my swimming and my tan. Also went to the playground and had grilled cheese at my favorite cafe. (Don't tell anyone, but I also went to McDonald's.)&lt;br /&gt;  Didn't see any movie stars. Only a cousin playing video games and a sister who got people to clap every time she took a few steps.&lt;br /&gt;  I have been getting requests for some of my famous e-mails. Here are two of the latest:&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   i've looked at this E-mail so many times,that i've forgot about everything else on my E-mail website. actually,that means on my whole computer, case the only website i've been to is yahoo.com and i allways go to my inbox and i allways say to my self,"hmmmmmmm.......wich E-mail shod i look at? i know. i will look at re: from abby case it's the only E-mail i have from aunt barbara." and today,i decided to do a re, case i've looked at it so many times, that i can not let you think i didn't get you're E-mail, or something like that. so here's a little something to let you know i did. i can't wait till you come up with the next E-MAIL, SO IT CAN BE SENT BACK! love,abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear judy and dan, i am sorry i haven't E-mailed you sooner, but the power just went out 6 days ago and no computer for 5 days! +, these 2 days i haven't been very bisy with yahoo. i don't chek my inbox very often. incase you want to read a joke you've never read before so it will be a surpise andsir, i'll tell you how you can. read the joke on my E-mail. joke: Q:WHEN IS THE BEST TIME TO HAVE ICE CREAM? A: SUNDAY! get it? a ice cream sundae? what are you doing recently? can't wait. love, abby. ps the mane reason i sent this E-mail is that i love doing reaplays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-2973071457875877924?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2973071457875877924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=2973071457875877924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/2973071457875877924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/2973071457875877924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-got-back-from-summering-in-malibu.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-1325144838684324802</id><published>2010-07-15T22:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:48:47.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yay! They finally stopped the oil spill. I watched it on TV. Seems like it took forever. That's good, because I was getting tired of those pictures of the oil going into the water. How do they get oil out of the water, anyway? It's messier than a muddy sandbox. I hope they can clean it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Today was also an important day because Laurie took two steps. She is almost walking. But everyone made such a big deal out of it. I mean, all she does is fall down at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-1325144838684324802?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1325144838684324802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=1325144838684324802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1325144838684324802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1325144838684324802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2010/07/yay-they-finally-stopped-oil-spill.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-355515841885193158</id><published>2010-06-11T22:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T22:36:51.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to know more about the oil spill. I want to read a magazine article called "What the Spill Will Kill." Why can't they just clean up the oil? I saw some machine vacuuming it up on TV. Why are they getting oil in the middle of the ocean? Can't they put it in a giant container? I heard this means people won't go swimming at the beach. Maybe they could just take a shower afterward. It's all very confusing. Even the grown-ups can't explain it very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Besides, I've got my own problems. My sister fell out of her crib today. Destructo-Baby is starting to destroy herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-355515841885193158?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/355515841885193158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=355515841885193158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/355515841885193158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/355515841885193158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-want-to-know-more-about-oil-spill.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-419688207621846828</id><published>2010-06-05T18:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T18:56:42.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I met Joe Biden today. He's the vice president of something or other. I heard he knows Obama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Joe was funny, though, when we had our picture taken. He asked me if I was 16. Then he said I couldn't have a boyfriend or go on a date until I was 30. What's a date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I met some guy named Rahm who everyone said was important, but he just looked like another boring grownup. And everyone fussed over Laurie. What's so great about a baby, anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Joe had a big party at his house. His house is huge and has a lot of old paintings and stuff. They had hot dogs and cookies and ice cream and a cool magician under this tent in the backyard. Maybe he'll invite me back next year, since I didn't throw up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-419688207621846828?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/419688207621846828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=419688207621846828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/419688207621846828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/419688207621846828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-met-joe-biden-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-4496867559780546356</id><published>2010-05-21T22:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T20:53:56.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just broke some White House gossip. Not bad for a 5-year-old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  No one else has my scoop, that an important person who works for Barack Obama is going to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I can't reveal my source, but you probably don't know Theo. In my class. His mom works for the White House. That's all I'm saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I saw a guy on TV talking about the Worst Person in the World. Who is he? Why does he get to decide? Are these bad people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Haven't been blogging much because I've been writing books. A Day at the Zoo. Princess Magic. Robot Vacation. At first I charged one dollar but now I'm up to two dollars. No one's paying me to write these items. I guess you've got to go where the money is. At least until I save up for the Snoopy video I want.&lt;br /&gt;  P.S. - I spent a lot of time now making sure my sister doesn't get into trouble. Maybe you've heard of her. She is Destructo-baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-4496867559780546356?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4496867559780546356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=4496867559780546356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/4496867559780546356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/4496867559780546356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-just-broke-some-white-house-gossip.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-8294981621140819124</id><published>2010-03-14T21:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:53:35.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psst! I know I haven't been blogging, but there's a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I had my computer privileges taken away for a month! Can you believe it? For not listening. Not exactly something terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  They don't know I'm on here right now. I had to sneak--oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Gotta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-8294981621140819124?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8294981621140819124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=8294981621140819124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8294981621140819124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8294981621140819124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2010/03/psst-i-know-i-havent-been-blogging-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-8539487704317849449</id><published>2010-02-15T18:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:22:16.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All this snow! There were huge piles of it in front of my house. I'm so sad I missed it. I was in California, going to the beach and looking at the palm trees. Think of all the snowmen I could have built. The snow in Washington was the biggest one since I was born, and maybe for a hundred million thousand years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I did like one thing about our trip. I got to order Mickey Mouse movies on our TV in the hotel by pressing the right buttons. My parents were upset when they found out. They said this cost them money. I said it was an accident. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I still don't understand how someone on TV can take money out of their wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-8539487704317849449?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8539487704317849449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=8539487704317849449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8539487704317849449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8539487704317849449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-this-snow-there-were-huge-piles-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-6369080602098868241</id><published>2010-01-25T08:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T08:21:02.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   I don't watch Nick Jr. any more when I get up. I watch Morning Joe. I even know who Joe is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    The other day he had a headline that said "You Are the Daddy." There was a picture of a guy named John Edwards holding a baby. I didn't get it. Why wouldn't he be the daddy? Does he go around holding other people's babies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Well, the tooth fairy came and left a dollar under my pillow. I took it to show and tell. But I was thinking: is the tooth fairy real? What if I lost two teef -- sorry, teeth -- would the fairy need another set of wings? I'm not sure about this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-6369080602098868241?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6369080602098868241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=6369080602098868241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/6369080602098868241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/6369080602098868241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-watch-nick-jr.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-8765522000953426969</id><published>2010-01-19T22:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:27:39.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone on TV is talking about Martha Coakley losing and what a bad candidate she was. Martha who? How can there be an election in the middle of January?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Much bigger news: I lost my first tooth today. It just popped out when I was eating a chocolate chip cookie. I was so excited I called everyone. Then I put it under my pillow so the tooth fairy will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Wait a minute: Is the tooth fairy real? What if you lose two teeth? Then she would have to have to sets of wings. I'm not sure I'm buying this. We'll see if I get any money or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-8765522000953426969?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8765522000953426969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=8765522000953426969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8765522000953426969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8765522000953426969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2010/01/everyone-on-tv-is-talking-about-martha.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-3002250936431430457</id><published>2010-01-01T19:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:23:26.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Happy New Year to all my readers. I made it to a new decade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; They wouldn't let me stay up until midnight, though. Robbed again. I should have hidden my pacifier and stayed up anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  It may be 2010 but I keep seeing old stuff on TV. I just watched the most amazing cartoon. A cat chases a mouse everywhere! But his inventions to catch the mouse never work. It's called Tom and Jerry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I also watched an old show on You Tube. My dad said he remembered it. It was called Howdy Doody. A bunch of kids sang the song. I liked the clown who talked at the end. TV sure was silly then.&lt;br /&gt;  P.S. - I have decided to teach Laurie to talk. I was trying to communicate with her today until my parents interrupted. That just means her lessons are going to take longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-3002250936431430457?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3002250936431430457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=3002250936431430457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3002250936431430457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3002250936431430457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-to-all-my-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-1461289471554006933</id><published>2009-12-15T19:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:07:49.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tiger Woods is on TV all the time. How'd he get that name, Tiger? I don't like golf.  Too boring. Every time Tiger is on they show pictures of women. Lots of women. They all look the same. They're not wearing too many clothes. Are they too poor to buy them? What is a mistress, anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  When I'm not watching Tiger, I'm watching Laurie. She doesn't cry as much, and sometimes she smiles at me. But she still doesn't talk, or do much of anything. She's as boring as watching golf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-1461289471554006933?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1461289471554006933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=1461289471554006933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1461289471554006933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1461289471554006933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/12/tiger-woods-is-on-tv-all-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-3474610492195632646</id><published>2009-12-04T22:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:07:33.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby Does 1600 Pennsylvania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BkIV91DLiL0/SxnOaPZ4VqI/AAAAAAAAADk/t6P_uFgu44Y/s1600-h/AbbyWH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BkIV91DLiL0/SxnOaPZ4VqI/AAAAAAAAADk/t6P_uFgu44Y/s320/AbbyWH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411583377469363874" 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/14229547-3474610492195632646?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3474610492195632646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=3474610492195632646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3474610492195632646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3474610492195632646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/12/abby-does-1600-pennsylvania.html' title='Abby Does 1600 Pennsylvania'/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BkIV91DLiL0/SxnOaPZ4VqI/AAAAAAAAADk/t6P_uFgu44Y/s72-c/AbbyWH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-3695518623983340057</id><published>2009-12-04T22:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:05:54.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abby the Babyblogger went to the White House today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  It took me years of blogging to get to the point where I could get invited. But I still didn't get enough attention. President Obama didn't say hello to my class. We didn't even get to see Bo the dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I saw the Red Room, the Blue Room and the Green Room. I liked the red best of all. I sat in one of the old red chairs. I also saw the giant Christmas tree. There was a paper tree, and we all got to write little messages and put them in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Now that the White House knows about my blog, I hope Obama will invite me for lunch one day like he does with some of the newspaper people. I hope they serve juiceboxes, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-3695518623983340057?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3695518623983340057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=3695518623983340057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3695518623983340057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3695518623983340057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/12/abby-babyblogger-went-to-white-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-8780796953974729247</id><published>2009-11-15T22:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:14:11.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wonder if my parents will get a refund for those Baby Einstein videos they bought. You can get your money back if your kid isn't a genius. I knew that was silly. I liked the music, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Did you know I'm now one of the bad guys? See, originally I was one of the good guys at school, and the bad guys used to chase me. I didn't like that. I didn't even like going to school. But now I'm a bad guy and I chase other people. It's much more fun. The teachers don't like our game but we do it anyway. The other day I was nice to one of the boys we chase. If he trusts me, he'll be much easier to catch. My parents thought this was strange. What's their problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-8780796953974729247?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8780796953974729247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=8780796953974729247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8780796953974729247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8780796953974729247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wonder-if-my-parents-will-get-refund.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-3144615263613690100</id><published>2009-10-19T08:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:30:02.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know this silly balloon story? I knew that boy wasn't in the balloon. I'm almost the same age and I wouldn't climb into some humongous balloon. Too scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Is Falcon going to be famous now? I want to be on TV too. Maybe I need a more unusual name. Or a new invention like that flying saucer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I now know the difference between fact and opinion. A fact is something that's true no matter who says it. An opinion is something you think. I am learning a lot of facts. But on TV they only seem interested in opinions. Like, it was a fact that the boy was not in that stupid balloon. But everyone gave their opinion saying he was. I wonder how many time-outs he'll get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-3144615263613690100?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3144615263613690100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=3144615263613690100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3144615263613690100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3144615263613690100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-this-silly-balloon-story-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-3271281317818088726</id><published>2009-09-13T19:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:25:03.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I saw Barack Obama on 60 Minutes. Did he have any news? I couldn't tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  The news around here is the baby. I didn't know that having a baby around was so hard. She cries all the time. And she eats a lot. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;  The baby cries so much that they had to turn on a hair dryer to calm her down. Have you ever heard of anything so silly?&lt;br /&gt;  It's a good thing I speak baby talk. I can tell my parents what Laurie wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   But I'm not getting enough attention. I have to wait for things. I hate waiting.&lt;br /&gt; Today I was told I have to stop all this and listen to mom and dad. "I will," I said. Then I started walking away. "At some point."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-3271281317818088726?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3271281317818088726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=3271281317818088726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3271281317818088726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3271281317818088726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-saw-barack-obama-on-60-minutes.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-4350594783541928490</id><published>2009-09-02T08:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:52:59.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I heard about this 5-year-old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/09/01/AR2009090101499.html"&gt;girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; who sung on America's Got Talent and is making an album. She's got a Twitter account. Should I get on Twitter? I've got a lot to say every day. Is the whole blogging thing getting old?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was watching a news show and looking at the letters moving at the bottom of the screen. Why are they there? They were moving toward an arrow. It was a good game to follow them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; My new baby sister is cuter than me. But she doesn't seem that smart. All she does is sleep. I tried reading her a book and her eyes were closed during the whole thing. I can't believe it. Why is she so tired? She never does anything. We must take her to the doctor to figure out what's wrong with her, why she never wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-4350594783541928490?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4350594783541928490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=4350594783541928490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/4350594783541928490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/4350594783541928490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-heard-about-this-5-year-old-girl-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-7050963939630954276</id><published>2009-08-30T22:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:59:42.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is so exciting to finally be a big sister! I got to see Laurie at the hospital. Okay, she doesn't look like much. And she doesn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; anything. She sleeps a lot, and cries. Can you imagine? It's kind of boring. It's three days already. I'm sure I was already doing things at that age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Meanwhile, I now know the difference between facts and opinions. Facts are something that is true. Opinions are what you think. Of course, everything I think is true, so it isn't a problem for me. Ha ha. In my opinion I was a cuter baby than Laurie. Actually, that's a fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-7050963939630954276?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7050963939630954276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=7050963939630954276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/7050963939630954276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/7050963939630954276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-so-exciting-to-finally-be-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-8392935423346003985</id><published>2009-08-26T23:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:23:32.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone is talking about Ted Kennedy dying. I've been watching it on TV. I didn't know his brother was president. That must have been a long, long time ago. Very sad. A lot of famous people seem to be dying lately. I hope it's not contagious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  But mainly I'm excited about becoming a big sister. It's the day after tomorrow. That got me thinking about my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; early days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I remember the feeling when I was in my mommy's tummy and about to come out. I have a very good memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I was nervous inside because I didn't know the people I would meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  But I already knew my parents' favorite colors. Because I was a smart kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-8392935423346003985?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8392935423346003985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=8392935423346003985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8392935423346003985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8392935423346003985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/everyone-is-talking-about-ted-kennedy.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-3530486011964292931</id><published>2009-08-23T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:11:02.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've decided to become a TV anchor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BkIV91DLiL0/SpHoau0ZiAI/AAAAAAAAADc/-BV_puYfBUI/s1600-h/AbbyCNN2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BkIV91DLiL0/SpHoau0ZiAI/AAAAAAAAADc/-BV_puYfBUI/s320/AbbyCNN2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373331376371763202" 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/14229547-3530486011964292931?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3530486011964292931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=3530486011964292931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3530486011964292931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3530486011964292931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-decided-to-become-tv-anchor.html' title='I&apos;ve decided to become a TV anchor'/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BkIV91DLiL0/SpHoau0ZiAI/AAAAAAAAADc/-BV_puYfBUI/s72-c/AbbyCNN2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-6307675544951972281</id><published>2009-08-07T22:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:37:39.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, Sonia Soda...  I can never say her name right .... is going to be on the Supreme Court. Everyone says this is exciting because she's the first Hispanic. What is a Hispanic, anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Yesterday I wrote down an 800 number I saw on TV. It was for something that could help your drain. I wasn't really sure what it did but it looked good. I gave it to my parents but they didn't seem to care. Big mistake. If they had seen the commercial they would know that they need this... thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-6307675544951972281?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6307675544951972281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=6307675544951972281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/6307675544951972281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/6307675544951972281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-sonia-soda.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-2415505189714131615</id><published>2009-08-04T23:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:16:09.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wait till you hear this one. My Grandma wrote me a letter. I got it in the mail. When I called her, she said I should get a stamp, write her back and it would take a few days for her to get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  No, silly, I said, I'll e-mail you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Nope. She said--I'm not making this up--she doesn't have a computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I never heard of such a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Isn't that like not having electricity or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  We lost ours for awhile the other night. It was terrible. I couldn't e-mail anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-2415505189714131615?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2415505189714131615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=2415505189714131615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/2415505189714131615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/2415505189714131615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/08/wait-till-you-hear-this-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-5580611230359322684</id><published>2009-07-25T16:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:19:46.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I never saw Walter Cronkite on TV, but everyone says he was great. I have seen a lot of him since he died. It must be from a long, long, long time ago. Everything is in black and white. Didn't people have any color then? They also show him when a rocket ship landed on the moon. That doesn't seem like such a big deal. And he didn't seem to know what to say. "Oh boy?" I could have thought of that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I guess Cronkite wasn't as popular as Michael Jackson, though. People are still talking about Michael Jackson, and his doctor or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I still see Barack Obama on TV every day. That guy is everywhere. I even saw him pitching at a baseball game. He wasn't very good, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I went bowling for the first time today. Duckpins are fun. You roll the ball, and this machine makes it come back to you! Also, I never got a gutter ball. Pretty good, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-5580611230359322684?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5580611230359322684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=5580611230359322684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/5580611230359322684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/5580611230359322684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-never-saw-walter-cronkite-on-tv-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-2036319725480090211</id><published>2009-07-03T22:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:39:51.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The TV said today that Michael Jackson is dead. That's also what the TV said yesterday. And the day before. Was he president or something? I never heard his music. Well, I never heard his music until this week, when everyone keeps playing it. Why did he wear those strange outfits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Just when I thought there would never be anything else on TV, Sarah Palin quit today. I couldn't understand why. Is she tired of her job? Is she tired of Alaska? And to think I wanted to support her for vice president because she had a baby. I don't even know what vice president does, but she seemed like she might be fun to have around. She sure didn't make any sense today. Is she like that guy Mark Sanford? Does she have a friend in Argentina? Where is Argentina, anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I want to run for president. I will tell people to be smarter and read more newspapers. But I don't know how to make them do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I came up with a plan to kick the pacifier habit. I will have them warmed up, and then I won't want to use them, because I like them cold. And I'm going to start that right away. Um, soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-2036319725480090211?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2036319725480090211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=2036319725480090211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/2036319725480090211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/2036319725480090211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/tv-said-today-that-michael-jackson-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-7029616651594935244</id><published>2009-06-15T23:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:57:51.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;   I can't stay up late enough to watch David Letterman. But I keep hearing he told a very bad joke. About Sarah Palin's kid. Something about her getting knocked up. I don't know what that means. Is it like getting knocked out? Anyway, he was a bad boy and had to apologize. Maybe he even got a time out and no treats.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   Meanwhile, the service around here isn't that good anymore. I asked mom to get me the remote and she said she was busy and I should get it myself. I was busy eating apples! Can you imagine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-7029616651594935244?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7029616651594935244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=7029616651594935244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/7029616651594935244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/7029616651594935244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-stay-up-late-enough-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-4824565650246195794</id><published>2009-06-03T22:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:02:28.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sorry I haven't been posting. Been watching YouTube instead. There is a lot of stuff on there! I like to watch the Disney movies. But a grownup has to tell me which ones have scary parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I saw Sasha and Malia on TV tonight. They live in a big house with a big backyard. They even have a cool swing set. But I don't know which one is which. I only know Barack Obama, and he's on all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I may not be blogging but I've been busy asking questions. Like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Where do all the mean people go after they die? I know they don't go to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Where did people go to the bathroom before toilets were invented?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  It's hard to get answers to these things. The grownups seem confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-4824565650246195794?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4824565650246195794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=4824565650246195794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/4824565650246195794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/4824565650246195794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorry-i-havent-been-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-718437292016506595</id><published>2009-05-20T18:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:14:17.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My ears pop when we drive through the mountains. It's like being on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;  Oh, I'm out here in L.A. Don't know what's going on in the news. Don't care. I saw a bunch of horses walking down a mountain yesterday while we were having dinner at a restaurant. Right out the window. Right after my potty break. I am not making this up.&lt;br /&gt;  One day I would like to be a singer up on stage. And my band would play. I have always dreamed about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-718437292016506595?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/718437292016506595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=718437292016506595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/718437292016506595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/718437292016506595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-ears-pop-when-we-drive-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-4376206452881262351</id><published>2009-05-03T23:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:29:32.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We found out today that I'm going to have a sister!!! I've been wondering what the baby would be. Good. Now I'll have another girl to boss around. And I have to make sure I still get all the attention. And that she doesn't take my toys. There's a boy at school who keeps knocking over my blocks. At least I know how to deal with girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-4376206452881262351?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4376206452881262351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=4376206452881262351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/4376206452881262351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/4376206452881262351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-found-out-today-that-im-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-2827618923647121249</id><published>2009-04-30T22:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:09:49.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone's making a huge fuss over Obama's first 100 days. I don't remember anyone going ga-ga when I was 100 days old. I didn't even get any presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I like watching Obama's daughters and his dog. But the whole family is on TV all the time. Do they have their own show? Will it ever be canceled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  We hired a new nanny for when the baby comes. She's from a place called Brazil and is very nice. I'm glad someone will help with my new brother. Or sister. Because I still want to be the most special person in the family. Hear that, baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-2827618923647121249?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2827618923647121249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=2827618923647121249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/2827618923647121249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/2827618923647121249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/04/everyones-making-huge-fuss-over-obamas.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-2441147977261666609</id><published>2009-03-20T22:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:28:33.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take back those bonuses! We can't let them get away with this! It's an outrage!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Sorry, I've been watching too much TV. What is everyone so mad about? And what's an AIG? I guess some bad people got some extra money. I could use a piggy-bank bonus. I haven't gotten too many pennies lately because I've been, uh, bad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  The other day I was demolitioning the house. This caused a bit of a fuss. No one seems to mind when Bob the Builder does it. I was only taking out the white stuff between the bricks, anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I guess there are going to be some changes around here when the baby arrives. I wonder if my parents will still help me open the garbage in the kitchen. I think they might be too busy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-2441147977261666609?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2441147977261666609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=2441147977261666609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/2441147977261666609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/2441147977261666609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/03/take-back-those-bonuses-we-cant-let.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-2167901576292158693</id><published>2009-03-11T08:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T08:56:39.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The other day I was demolitioning the house. I was pounding away at the outside wall, just&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like Bob the Builder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  My mom did not like that. I told her I was just taking out the white stuff between the bricks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  She said that could make the house fall down. So what? We could always buy another one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-2167901576292158693?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2167901576292158693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=2167901576292158693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/2167901576292158693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/2167901576292158693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/03/other-day-i-was-demolitioning-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-3542967434758546861</id><published>2009-03-08T22:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:20:26.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Have you heard the news? I'm going to be a BIG SISTER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  It's very exciting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I only had one request. If it's a boy, it can't be too wild.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Of course, the baby will have to learn that I'm in charge around here. No taking my toys or anything, unless I feel like sharing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Well, that's the big headline around here. Now I'm going back on the computer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-3542967434758546861?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3542967434758546861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=3542967434758546861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3542967434758546861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3542967434758546861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-you-heard-news-im-going-to-be-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-5907839274139397639</id><published>2009-03-02T19:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:25:48.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ahem. Ahem. That's the sound I make when I'm trying to get attention.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I don't always want attention. That's why I drew a DO NOT ENTER sign and put it outside my door. My crayons are coming in pretty handy.&lt;br /&gt;Big snow today, got to stay home from school, but no sledding.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have my own e-mail account now. It's about time. Now I can send messages without anyone finding out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm having trouble getting information these days. Like, I asked when the Earth was invented. No one had a good answer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just found out I'm going to be a flower girl in a wedding. Except that I'm not clear on what a flower girl does. I'd better find the right Web site. Man, this page is taking forever to load!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-5907839274139397639?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5907839274139397639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=5907839274139397639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/5907839274139397639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/5907839274139397639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/03/ahem.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-8567952773698275267</id><published>2009-02-13T22:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:56:48.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I wanted to read this book by Barack Obama. Dreams from my Father. My mom said it was too long. So what? I've got plenty of time. But there were no pictures.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  The news is so silly. I keep learning people's names and then they disappear. The latest one is Judd Gregg. Then there was Tom Daschle and Bill Richardson. Barack liked them. They were all supposed to get important jobs, and then they didn't. Why should I bother any more? It's too much work when I could be watching or Handy Manny or Little Einsteins or Curious George. The other day George was recycling things that haven't even been used. That makes no sense.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I was sounding out the words in a book tonight and my mom couldn't believe it, especially when I did "often."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  "Abby can do anything," my dad said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  "Can I jump up in the air and fly? Don’t think I can do that one," I said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Parents. Sometimes they just don't get it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-8567952773698275267?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8567952773698275267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=8567952773698275267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8567952773698275267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8567952773698275267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wanted-to-read-this-book-by-barack.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-3600869666708781290</id><published>2009-01-20T18:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:25:48.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I was going to live-blog the Obama inauguration but I had to go to the potty.&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn’t everyone in the country go to this? No room? There were a lot of people on the National Mall.&lt;br /&gt;Sasha was wearing my favorite colors, red and pink. She’s a big girl, 7 years old.&lt;br /&gt;It was exciting to see Barack Obama. I wanted him to win, and he winned. I mean won.&lt;br /&gt;Who was that preacher guy?&lt;br /&gt;That woman who sang—Aretha?—had a really big hat. And it had a bow that was bigger than my hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;I liked listening to Yo-Yo Ma. He had a big red violin. I’m not sure if I heard that song on Classical Baby. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Obama came out, I opened a little birthday card that played Hail to the Chief along with the TV. I liked my version better.&lt;br /&gt;Obama’s speech was long. A little too long for me. But I did see George Bush leave in the helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes black people were not treated so well. I guess that’s changing.&lt;br /&gt;Obama signed some papers. Hey, he’s a lefty, just like me!&lt;br /&gt;That’s my post. I’m ready for my second president.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update&lt;/em&gt;: I saw Obama dance at the ball. He said he had cut his teeth on neighborhood work. Cut his teeth? That’s silly! How can you chew without teeth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-3600869666708781290?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3600869666708781290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=3600869666708781290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3600869666708781290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3600869666708781290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-going-to-live-blog-obama.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-3065185389206878381</id><published>2009-01-04T20:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:52:25.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I made my debut as a TV reporter yesterday. Well, not really. But I made two videos at the Newseum. In one I was a weather-woman-person and in the other I was at a baseball game. I held the microphone really well. I wonder if I should send it out as an audition tape. Maybe some station is looking for young talent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Meanwhile, it's 2009 already. I can't figure out why Barack Obama isn't president yet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-3065185389206878381?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3065185389206878381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=3065185389206878381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3065185389206878381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3065185389206878381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-made-my-debut-as-tv-reporter.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-5120165001894456918</id><published>2008-12-26T14:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T14:41:14.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Santa brought me a present yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  But I don't see how he got here since reindeer can't really fly. And Santa can't fly. So how does he visit everyone's house?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  And why would Santa bring a present to someone who is Jewish? If you don't celebrate Christmas, how can you get a Christmas present? Why doesn't anyone ever explain these things?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-5120165001894456918?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5120165001894456918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=5120165001894456918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/5120165001894456918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/5120165001894456918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-brought-me-present-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-78083599227459797</id><published>2008-12-02T23:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:26:42.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; I read a sentence aloud today. From the parental reaction, you'd have thought I had graduated college.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Here it is, when I was in the bookstore: "Courduroy has a picnic with 6 friends."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Oh, it was nothing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Little do they know I've been secretly posting on this blog for years. You can't give all your secrets away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-78083599227459797?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/78083599227459797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=78083599227459797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/78083599227459797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/78083599227459797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-read-sentence-aloud-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-1379423437172982227</id><published>2008-11-22T16:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:59:32.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Had my 4th BIRTHDAY party today. We painted pieces of pottery and ate bagels and cake. I am so much older now. When my parents asked if I needed help going to the potty, I said no way. I'm not 3 anymore! I can do it myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Maybe I need to change the name of this blog. Abby the Babyblogger now sounds too babyish. How about Abby, The Little Girl with Big Ideas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I don't understand why Barack Obama isn't president yet. He won the election, didn't he? And I see him on TV every day. Maybe you have to be 5 to get it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-1379423437172982227?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1379423437172982227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=1379423437172982227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1379423437172982227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1379423437172982227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/11/had-my-4th-birthday-party-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-7398116718654150689</id><published>2008-11-17T20:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:45:47.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; Now that Obama has won, I'm thinking about my own presidential run. I made a list. I promise that all children should have good toys. I promise that all children should have good books. They should also have good playgrounds. I have lots of other ideas, or my momm--my advisers do. Yes, I know I'm not old enough to run yet. But you have plan these things in advance. So remember: &lt;em&gt;Abby in 2042&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-7398116718654150689?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7398116718654150689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=7398116718654150689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/7398116718654150689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/7398116718654150689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-that-obama-has-won-im-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-986008314873865062</id><published>2008-11-08T14:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:18:35.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm glad Barack Obama won. I like his name. And I finally know how to pronounce it. Everyone on TV looked so happy when he won. He will be my second president. You don't see Bush on TV much any more. I guess he's packing. I also like that Obama's girls are moving into the White House. One is only a little older than me. And I heard they're getting a dog. See, this will be fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I was getting tired of seeing all those maps anyway. What do the red and blue stand for again?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I play a lot of computer games now that I have my own laptop. It's almost as much fun as blogging. And all you have to do is click the mouse. So if you don't hear from me for awhile, you'll know where I am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-986008314873865062?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/986008314873865062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=986008314873865062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/986008314873865062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/986008314873865062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-glad-barack-obama-won.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-8507932220305361985</id><published>2008-10-19T22:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:13:16.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I saw Barack Obama and John McCain on TV yesterday. But it was just some kind of commercial. I guess there are no more debates. I got to stay up late to watch them. The whole thing will be over in two weeks. Then what will we do for fun? I'll have to go back to watching Noggin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  The candidates talk a lot. Some people say I talk too much. The other day my parents asked me if I wanted to rest my tongue. I said no. They asked if I wanted to rest my voice. I asked how you did that. By not talking for awhile, they said. &lt;em&gt;But I always have something to say!&lt;/em&gt; I didn't take their advice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  The only thing worse than not being able to talk is when people don't listen. That happened at dinner tonight. I had to say, "Hello, I'm talking to you!" I mean, really.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-8507932220305361985?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8507932220305361985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=8507932220305361985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8507932220305361985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8507932220305361985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-saw-barack-obama-and-john-mccain-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-1786230712968545986</id><published>2008-10-05T22:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:39:41.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Doggone it, that was fun watching the Sarah Palin debate. I have to give her a shout-out. Finally, someone who talks kinda like me, and with a higher voice! Although she didn't seem to know the answer to most of the questions. And what's with all the winking?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Today I found out what a practical joke is. Maybe I'll play a few. I'll add it to my collection of knock-knock jokes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Did I tell you I got my own computer? Okay, it's an old one, but still. How many 3-year-olds have laptops? My dad told me he didn't have one when he was my age. He said they weren't invented yet. I'm not sure if he was joking. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-1786230712968545986?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1786230712968545986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=1786230712968545986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1786230712968545986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1786230712968545986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/10/doggone-it-that-was-fun-watching-sarah.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-4100187648970915483</id><published>2008-09-12T23:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:29:05.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Who on earth is Sarah Palin? Just back from vacation and she's everywhere. I thought it would be Romney or Pawlenty for sure. I'm not even sure I know where Alaska is. They don't teach map-reading at preschool. This Sarah woman had a big sitdown with Charlie. Everyone wants to know what she knows. I don't know what she knows, but it would be great to see a woman vice president--especially one with a baby. Finally, someone in the White House who understands the problems of people like me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, but then I heard that if anything happened to McCain, Sarah would be president. Maybe I'd better look into this a little more. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm tired of mom always trying to take pictures of me. I said no the other day at school. She insisted. So I told her: Just deal with it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-4100187648970915483?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4100187648970915483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=4100187648970915483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/4100187648970915483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/4100187648970915483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-on-earth-is-sarah-palin-just-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-2824824853594657054</id><published>2008-08-11T18:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:49:57.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I keep seeing John Edwards saying he's sorry. Really, really sorry. He said his wife wasn't sick at the time but he's still sorry. What did he do? And why does he keep trying to look cuter than anyone in pre-school? Oh, and I keep seeing a picture of him holding a baby. It's not a very good picture or a very pretty baby. Is it his baby? What does "paternity" mean, anyway?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I drove a boat for the first time today. It was exciting! There were also dragons chasing us. I don't think they were real, though. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-2824824853594657054?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2824824853594657054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=2824824853594657054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/2824824853594657054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/2824824853594657054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-keep-seeing-john-edwards-saying-hes.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-4884533506252927694</id><published>2008-07-22T22:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T08:25:31.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Every day I see Obama on TV in a new country. Afghanistan, Iraq, Jordan. Is he on vacation or something? Are Katie, Brian and Charlie going on vacation with him? Why does everyone keep talking about him?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know whether to be for Obama or not. I like his name. My 4-year-old friend says she likes McCain because she saw a picture of him playing peekaboo. These are hard decisions. I'll have to find out where they stand on children's issues.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I keep having pee-pee problems. I haven't gotten a treat in two weeks because I keep wetting my diaper. I'd much rather keep playing&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;What's so great about being potty-trained anyway?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Meanwhile, Mommy wants me to cuddle in her bed every morning. What do I look like, a baby? I give her a stuffed animal instead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-4884533506252927694?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4884533506252927694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=4884533506252927694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/4884533506252927694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/4884533506252927694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/07/every-day-i-see-obama-on-tv-in-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-426175752942970363</id><published>2008-06-30T22:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:26:49.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Every time I look at the TV, the candidates are surrounded by flags. Is that because July 4th is coming up? Do they get to go to the fireworks? Or is there another reason.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I want to watch videos whenever I want. I want ice cream whenever I want. I don't want quiet time when I don't take a nap, and I'm pretty much getting out of the nap thing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Don't tell anyone, but I decided I'm moving out. I need a new family that will let me do whatever I want. I told my old family I'm leaving and they can have a new baby instead. They seemed puzzled. I told them to just press the &lt;em&gt;Again&lt;/em&gt; button--it's on the remote control, silly--and a new baby will come.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-426175752942970363?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/426175752942970363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=426175752942970363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/426175752942970363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/426175752942970363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/06/every-time-i-look-at-tv-candidates-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-324856095128973532</id><published>2008-06-19T23:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:50:38.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry to hear about Tim Russert. I just missed watching him in the 2004 election because I was born three weeks too late. Too bad I won't get to watch him on this Election Night. Although it seems there have been a million election nights this year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I asked yesterday why boys can't have babies. I was told that the mommy and the daddy have to get together somehow, but that only the mommy gets to have the baby in her tummy. I don't think I was getting the full story.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  My mom was wearing some kind of lacy top tonight and she was really falling out of it. I had to tell her it wasn't much of a shirt. Am I going to have &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; when I grow up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-324856095128973532?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/324856095128973532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=324856095128973532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/324856095128973532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/324856095128973532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-sorry-to-hear-about-tim-russert.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-303194869701914734</id><published>2008-05-31T20:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T20:33:14.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I remember Scott McClellan. He was the guy always talking to reporters at the White House when I was born. Nobody seemed to like him. At least, the reporters were always yelling at him. Then he went away. Now I guess he's written a book. And everyone seems to love him. Except the people at the White House. I wonder why. It must be a good book.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Did I ever tell you about my difficult babyhood? I had no parents. Life was hard because I had to fill up my own bottle but I didn't know how to do it. I couldn't call anyone for help because I didn't have a phone. I couldn't even watch TV because I didn't have a remote. Finally my parents decided to make me their daughter. Now I get to watch TV, listen to CDs and go to the Rocknoceros concert. A big improvement. Except that sometimes they tell me what to do. I don't like that part.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-303194869701914734?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/303194869701914734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=303194869701914734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/303194869701914734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/303194869701914734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-remember-scott-mcclellan.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-1997638381332185282</id><published>2008-05-08T23:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:32:34.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well, I guess I won't be seeing a woman president during my...childhood. Everyone says Hillary is toast. She won Indiana but it wasn't enough. The TV people said she should just go away. Maybe it's not true that I can grow up to be president. At least if I don't learn how to be a good bowler. Maybe I should become a race car driver instead. Didn't a woman just win a big race?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I had my own milestone this week. I went to sleep with zero pacifiers. It only lasted a few days, but that's not bad, huh? I figure I better kick the habit if I want to go into politics.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-1997638381332185282?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1997638381332185282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=1997638381332185282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1997638381332185282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1997638381332185282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-i-guess-i-wont-be-seeing-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-5489056928240409942</id><published>2008-04-28T07:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T07:06:59.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&lt;strong&gt; had my first run-in with the cops. It wasn't pretty. Good thing I didn't wind up in jail. All I did was press a button on the elevator in a shopping area. How was I supposed to know it said EMERGENCY? I'm still working on spelling cat and dog. So this policeman comes and wants to know who's commiting a crime. I told him I didn't do anything wrong. I wasn't even getting a time-out. I also said I was sorry. I think that's the only reason I didn't get arrested. Boy, I hope the police come this fast when there &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;someone being mean.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-5489056928240409942?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5489056928240409942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=5489056928240409942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/5489056928240409942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/5489056928240409942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-had-my-first-run-in-with-cops.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-1380741006543709034</id><published>2008-04-25T22:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:50:13.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hillary won Pennsylvania! Very exciting! But then everyone said she was going to lose. Now everyone seems down on Obama. Something about how he's no good at bowling and doesn't like to eat cheesesteaks. And the TV keeps showing this church guy shouting and using a bad word about America. I've decided politics is too hard to figure out. And this campaign has been going on for almost half my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I've got to make some money. I realized that it makes no sense to be giving away kisses for free. Why not charge? So I announced that kisses will now cost 4 dollars and 3 cents. I should be able to buy some nice stuff in no time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-1380741006543709034?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1380741006543709034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=1380741006543709034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1380741006543709034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1380741006543709034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/04/hillary-won-pennsylvania-very-exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-3728290282966559819</id><published>2008-04-15T21:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:55:17.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why does this Obama guy keep talking about people being bitter? What's he got to be bitter about? I thought he was beating Hillary. Now I'm bitter about lots of things. Having to take a nap. Having to go to bed when I DON'T WANT TO. Being bugged every five minutes about whether I have to go to the potty. What's so great about going to the potty, anyway?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I decided I'm going to save the pennies in my Pinnochio bank for a new TV. I don't like our old one. But it may take forever to have enough pennies, so I need to find a job. I'm good at taking care of the seeds in our backyard with my watering can. Someone should hire me as a gardener. Doing it all day might make me tired. But not so tired that I'll want to take a nap!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-3728290282966559819?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3728290282966559819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=3728290282966559819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3728290282966559819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3728290282966559819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-does-this-obama-guy-keep-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-1124117853370076032</id><published>2008-03-25T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:21:13.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Live from D.C.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BkIV91DLiL0/R-mwfbfIFgI/AAAAAAAAACw/dzKgC86ZsZM/s1600-h/Abby3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181866900267210242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BkIV91DLiL0/R-mwfbfIFgI/AAAAAAAAACw/dzKgC86ZsZM/s320/Abby3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/14229547-1124117853370076032?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1124117853370076032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=1124117853370076032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1124117853370076032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1124117853370076032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/03/live-from-dc.html' title='Live from D.C.'/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BkIV91DLiL0/R-mwfbfIFgI/AAAAAAAAACw/dzKgC86ZsZM/s72-c/Abby3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-7737651133440974448</id><published>2008-03-25T22:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:09:42.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Maybe this blogging thing is getting a little old. I need my own radio show! Time to reach a bigger audience, and I've got plenty to say. I'm tired of being shushed. Give me a microphone and watch out! I've been practicing. I do commercials, too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Went to the White House yesterday. Got a VIP ticket for the Easter egg roll. I have to say, it was overrated. There were long lines everywhere, and I did not get to see the president. But I did see Max of Max &amp;amp; Ruby, and I got a souvenir egg signed by Barney and some other dog. Nice backyard, I must say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-7737651133440974448?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7737651133440974448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=7737651133440974448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/7737651133440974448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/7737651133440974448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/03/maybe-this-blogging-thing-is-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-3829528399454744491</id><published>2008-03-25T22:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:21:13.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Sound Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BkIV91DLiL0/R-mvj7fIFfI/AAAAAAAAACo/AzVz1UsNKfQ/s1600-h/Abby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181865878064993778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BkIV91DLiL0/R-mvj7fIFfI/AAAAAAAAACo/AzVz1UsNKfQ/s320/Abby2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/14229547-3829528399454744491?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3829528399454744491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=3829528399454744491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3829528399454744491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3829528399454744491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-to-sound-off.html' title='Time to Sound Off'/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BkIV91DLiL0/R-mvj7fIFfI/AAAAAAAAACo/AzVz1UsNKfQ/s72-c/Abby2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-6501292277933764727</id><published>2008-03-16T22:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:25:23.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Someone please tell me who Kristen is! I see pictures of her everyone. In some of them she's not wearing any clothes, not even a diaper. I don't allow any pictures when I'm naked and going in the bath. Is it different when you're grown up? Tihs guy named Spitzer had to quit because he was too friendly with Kristen. Now everyone is saying Spitzer is a bad guy. But they all seem to like Kristen. They say she charges a lot of money. For what? And what is a call girl? Someone who sits by the phone and waits for you to call? Sometimes understanding the news is harder than potty training.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-6501292277933764727?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6501292277933764727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=6501292277933764727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/6501292277933764727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/6501292277933764727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/03/someone-please-tell-me-who-kristen-is-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-8577878112559385123</id><published>2008-03-07T23:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:05:49.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wait: I thought Hillary was out. Hillary is back in? What happened to Obama? I heard he had won 11 straight. In Candyland, when you win 11 straight you usually win. Everyone on TV was saying Hillary is a loser. Not any more? This is too hard to follow. And what is a superdelegate? Is it like Super Grover? No one ever explains the rules.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I'm still not getting enough privacy. The other day I was in my room when I was rudely told that I had to take a bath or I couldn't watch a video. I said, "I have to think about it. Scram!" They didn't appreciate my sounding like Oscar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-8577878112559385123?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8577878112559385123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=8577878112559385123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8577878112559385123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8577878112559385123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/03/wait-i-thought-hillary-was-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-3146073002923152053</id><published>2008-02-29T22:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:39:01.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Busted! There I was in my room, with my door closed. Away from all the grownup talk or having to watch the news. Who wants to watch the news every day? And I had on my favorite CD--Alvin and the Chipmunks. And I was in my pink beanbag chair. And my eyes were closed. And I had my pacifier. Who walks in and spoils the moment but--mom! I know I'm not supposed to use the pacifier during the day, but this was just a quick break. I was so mad I felt like giving her a time out. Whatever happened to privacy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-3146073002923152053?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3146073002923152053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=3146073002923152053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3146073002923152053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3146073002923152053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/02/busted-there-i-was-in-my-room-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-7738260299570493349</id><published>2008-02-15T21:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:43:36.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Obama, Obama, Obama. That's all I hear about these days. He's always on the TV, even more than Blue's Clues. I never heard about this guy when I was born, back in 2004. How'd he get so famous?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   Yesterday was Valentine's Day. What do you think I got? Chocolate, silly, and a cookie. I also made a valentine card. I am learning about exclamation points. They are fun! They are exciting!! I will use them in my blogging from now on!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-7738260299570493349?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7738260299570493349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=7738260299570493349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/7738260299570493349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/7738260299570493349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/02/obama-obama-obama.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-8003719037503429568</id><published>2008-01-30T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:22:26.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What happened to Rudy? And John Edwards? And Fred Thompson? I was so used to seeing them on TV! And now there are only a few candidates left. The big issues, as far as I can tell, is whether Barack snubbed Hillary (I do that sometimes when I'm cranky), whether Barack is part of something called Camelot (apparently there's an old song that goes with it, and somebody named JFK), and whether Mac has been too mean to Mitt. It kind of sounds like the fights that break out on the playground.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  We are close to something called Super Tuesday. Or Super Duper Tuesday, when they get extra excited. I don't know what makes it super, but everyone keeps talking about it. I'm just hoping it's a school holiday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I want to blog about other news, but there doesn't seem to be any other news. Except a big football game on Sunday. Some kind of bowl. Ha, next thing you know they'll be calling that super too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-8003719037503429568?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8003719037503429568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=8003719037503429568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8003719037503429568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8003719037503429568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-happened-to-rudy-and-john-edwards.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-3841494739550078242</id><published>2008-01-13T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:24:01.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I saved the day today! No joke. I was strapped in my car seat when my mom got out and the car accidentally locked. What a crisis! What, I wondered, would Dora do in this situation? I had to think think think. I was able to reach the car keys that someone had brilliantly left on the seat next to me. I didn't know which button to push so I tried them all. You had to push hard. Finally I squeezed it hard enough and the doors unlocked. I'm thinking of selling the movie rights. What do you think?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-3841494739550078242?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3841494739550078242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=3841494739550078242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3841494739550078242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3841494739550078242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-saved-day-today-no-joke.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-8916145961008470037</id><published>2008-01-10T22:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:52:55.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I cry all the time. Like this: &lt;em&gt;waaahhh!&lt;/em&gt; I cry when I'm told to get off the computer, I cry when I can't watch another video, I cry when it's time to go to bed, and sometimes I cry just because I feel like it. Nobody much likes it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; So how does Hillary win the New Hampshire primary after crying? Is it all right to cry because you're a grownup? She wasn't even yelling and weeping, the way I do. All she did was choke up and hold back her tears. And people felt sorry for her! &lt;em&gt;Poor baby.&lt;/em&gt; Guess I don't quite get this running for president thing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-8916145961008470037?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8916145961008470037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=8916145961008470037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8916145961008470037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8916145961008470037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-cry-all-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-3201062746914549214</id><published>2008-01-05T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T19:02:27.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Who is Mike Huckabee? I never heard of the guy before. How did he win Iowa? I saw him on TV playing the guitar. Do you have to play a guitar to run for president? Is Hillary losing because she doesn't play anything and can't sing? I'm glad I don't have to go to Iowa. All the reporters look like they're shivering in al the snow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  This is my first post of 2008. I won't bore you with my lousy New Year's Eve, where I couldn't get anything stronger than chocolate milk. I guess I should start writing more about the campaign. Maybe it will boost my traffic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I sang a song for my parents the other day. "I love you, you love me, we're a happy family..." They looked horrified. I don't get it. Doesn't everyone love Barney?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-3201062746914549214?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3201062746914549214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=3201062746914549214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3201062746914549214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3201062746914549214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-is-mike-huckabee-i-never-heard-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-2519385256573972472</id><published>2007-12-22T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T20:44:22.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Uh-oh. Looks like I may have trouble getting into college. I'm failing in Advanced Scissors at preschool. How am I supposed to know how to cut things up? Certain people at home never bothered to buy me anything sharp. To make matters worse, this boy at recess keeps taking the bike that I wanted to ride. I was so mad. I may slug him. Then I might not graduate, and no college will take me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Iowa, Iowa, Iowa. Why do I keep hearing about that place? Where is it, anyway? And what is a caw-cus? Nobody ever explains the things you hear on the news. And where am I supposed to get my toys now that all the ones from China are poisoned?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-2519385256573972472?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2519385256573972472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=2519385256573972472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/2519385256573972472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/2519385256573972472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/12/uh-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-2820483187663975176</id><published>2007-12-10T23:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:24:39.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;All right, boys and girls, raise your hand if you can name all the people running for president. (I've been spending a lot of time in preschool. It rubs off.) Let's see, there's Hillary, Rudy...Who's this new guy, Huckabee? I hear he lost 100 pounds. That'sore than I weigh! Now that I can eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, I hope I don't get that fat. Will people vote for you because you lose a lot of weight? I keep hearing people talking about this Kucinich guy and how he's got a beautiful wife. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Oh, and this Oprah thing. I've seen her show on TV. Now she's campaigning for another guy with a funny O name. How are we supposed to keep it all straight? Do people do whatever Oprah tells them to do, the way I have to listen to my teachers when they tell me I have to stop painting because it's circle time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-2820483187663975176?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2820483187663975176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=2820483187663975176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/2820483187663975176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/2820483187663975176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-right-boys-and-girls-raise-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-8414836734645363603</id><published>2007-11-23T20:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T20:27:30.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHO, ME? I saw a book on Mommy's nightstand called &lt;em&gt;The Difficult Child&lt;/em&gt;. I wonder who she's worried about. I did wail today because she wouldn't give me chocolate milk, but that doesn't make me difficult, does it? Hmm?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-8414836734645363603?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8414836734645363603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=8414836734645363603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8414836734645363603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8414836734645363603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/11/who-me-i-saw-book-on-mommys-nightstand.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-1669116787538428275</id><published>2007-11-17T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T20:46:07.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My third birthday party was a zoo. You probably think I'm exaggerating. There were plenty of kids and gronwups and bagels and I ate too much of my Dora the Explorer birthday cake. But that's not what I'm talking about. We had real animals. A man with a giant truck came with a pig, a llama and a small horse. Inside there were lots of bunny rabbits. And we got to pet them! I cried, though, when the rooster went cock-a-doodle-do. He would not be quiet. I went back in the house. Maybe it was a little too mucn excitement for me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I wonder if there will be an article about this in the paper tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-1669116787538428275?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1669116787538428275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=1669116787538428275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1669116787538428275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1669116787538428275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-third-birthday-party-was-zoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-1509821503149613173</id><published>2007-11-15T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T20:41:58.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I like the game of politics. I am going to run for president one day. In fact, I've been working on my platform. Apparently, you have to promise things to get people to vote for you. I promise to require all parents to spend money buying toys for their kids, and to give them cookies. They should be entitled to good books, like &lt;em&gt;Danny and the Dinosaur&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;The Cat in the Hat&lt;/em&gt;. And everyone should be able to drive a car at the age of 5. This idea of waiting until you're 16 or 17 is old thinking, and I will speak for the new generation. Who else will look out for the interests of the pacifier population? Now if I can just get the grownups to lower the voting age...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-1509821503149613173?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1509821503149613173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=1509821503149613173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1509821503149613173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1509821503149613173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-like-game-of-politics.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-4203972378043516247</id><published>2007-11-09T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T22:51:11.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In school I discovered a thing called a turntable. Have you ever heard of it? We put markers on it and it spins around. Then I came home and found that in the olden days people used them to play music. We even have these big round things in the basement called albums that have the songs on them. They are about the size of pizzas. I don't get it. Since you can't put them in the computer, how do you get them to download the songs you want?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-4203972378043516247?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4203972378043516247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=4203972378043516247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/4203972378043516247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/4203972378043516247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-school-i-discovered-thing-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-8522464183440579753</id><published>2007-11-04T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:04:43.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I wanted to stay up last night to watch &lt;em&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/em&gt; and see how Brian Williams did, but my parents thought it was too late. I never get to have any fun around here! I can never remember an anchorman hosting &lt;em&gt;SNL&lt;/em&gt; in all the time I've been alive. Now I'll have to search for clips on YouTube.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  The other big fight over here is over the poop wars. Apparently I'm expected to announce each time I have to go. How humiliating! Mostly I forget and say, "I made a mistake. I will tell you next time." This was not going over so well by the 175th time. But I'm too busy having fun to sit on a stupid old potty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-8522464183440579753?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8522464183440579753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=8522464183440579753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8522464183440579753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8522464183440579753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wanted-to-stay-up-last-night-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-2795192849087740238</id><published>2007-10-18T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T23:12:47.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Who is this woman Ellen, and why is she blubbering about her dog? Waaaaah! They keep showing it over and over on TV. I mean, dogs are okay, but this lady sounds like me when I've gone too many hours without a pacifier. How did she get her own show, anyway? She was supposed to keep the dog and she gave it to some other family. She should be spanked.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I should report that I'm enjoying pre-school. But I only play with the girls. The boys are kind of clueless. I don't like to play with boys. The only boy I like playing with is Daddy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-2795192849087740238?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2795192849087740238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=2795192849087740238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/2795192849087740238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/2795192849087740238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/10/who-is-this-woman-ellen-and-why-is-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-3539260269374448729</id><published>2007-10-06T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T12:10:01.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I went to a bar last night. True story! I bet none of my friends have done that, and they're already 3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Okay, they didn't let me drink anything stronger than water, even though it was in L.A., where Britney and Lindsay are always getting smashed. But I got to soak up the atmosphere. The grown-up conversation was boring, so I watched my Kipper video on a portable player. Now if I can only sneak back in here on my own, get some fake ID and...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-3539260269374448729?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3539260269374448729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=3539260269374448729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3539260269374448729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3539260269374448729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-went-to-bar-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-5303455237385791715</id><published>2007-10-01T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:01:56.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hahaha. How did that sound? Not too real? How about this: &lt;em&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I've been, uh, practicing my laugh. Everyone on TV is talking about Hillary Clinton's laugh and whether it sounds too phony. I guess you can't be elected president without a good laugh. Listen to Elmo: Now that's genuine! So I'm practicing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I'm also developing a fake laugh. I figure if I'm going to be a TV reporter, I need that when someone says something that's not really funny and you have to pretend. I'm very good at make-believe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I wasn't laughing when I started pre-school. It was a little bit scary at first. Suddenly, I'm left to fend for myself with all these strangers? But it turns out I like school. You get to paint and play in the sandbox. So now it makes me smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-5303455237385791715?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5303455237385791715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=5303455237385791715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/5303455237385791715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/5303455237385791715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/10/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-8777105467376310486</id><published>2007-09-26T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T22:20:13.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I've decided I want to be on TV -- as reporter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  It doesn't look too hard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  And if that doesn't work out, maybe I'll try for the Cooking Channel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-8777105467376310486?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8777105467376310486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=8777105467376310486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8777105467376310486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8777105467376310486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-decided-i-want-to-be-on-tv-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-8430060187880025494</id><published>2007-09-17T22:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T22:10:25.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;No Child Left Behind finally includes me. Today was my first day of pre-school, and I did it all by myself. No parents around! I studied painting and advanced sand castle-building. I wonder if I got to go to school because of that law. Or maybe somebody was just trying to get me out of the house. The good news so far: No homework!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-8430060187880025494?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/8430060187880025494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=8430060187880025494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8430060187880025494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/8430060187880025494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-child-left-behind-finally-includes.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-6684688851137736109</id><published>2007-09-07T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:03:34.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Whew! I got a little worried when I heard the Republicans want to ban marriage between people of the same sex. I didn't know there were all these rules. But luckily it won't affect me. I've decided to marry Daddy. He says we can't do that, but in the end he always does what I want. There's going to be a big wedding with lots of music, and we're going to dance. Congress can't outlaw that, right? Hmm. I wonder if we should have juice boxes with the cake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-6684688851137736109?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6684688851137736109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=6684688851137736109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/6684688851137736109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/6684688851137736109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/09/whew-i-got-little-worried-when-i-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-1943055321775204704</id><published>2007-09-05T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T22:15:26.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Now Larry Craig isn't resigning? This is so confusing. He promised he would leave the Senate over his potty scandal. Maybe grownups get to play by different rules. Just today, I told my mom, "Sometimes a promise doesn't last very long." She said I was wrong. Apparently I had promised to go on the potty next time I needed to pee. Instead, I peed on the floor. Who remembers what I promised yesterday? Now I've got my own potty scandal. Maybe I'll just tell mom that I'm following the example of Larry Craig.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-1943055321775204704?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1943055321775204704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=1943055321775204704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1943055321775204704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1943055321775204704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/09/now-larry-craig-isnt-resigning-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-5971682765253166831</id><published>2007-08-30T22:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:34:12.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Who is this guy Larry Craig? I keep hearing about what he did on the potty. Something about tapping his foot and moving his hand. This doesn't seem to have come up in my potty training. No one said anything about keeping my feet wide apart. Besides, since Larry Craig was being good and using the potty, why is everyone saying he may have to leave the Senate?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  You know that astronaut who drove 900 miles wearing a diaper? She now says she wasn't really wearing a diaper. I don't believe her. She's probably embarassed that she pooped in the thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I'm about to start pre-school, and my two teachers came over to visit yesterday. They seemed nice. I think I'd rather have them come here to play than my having to go sit in some dumb classroom. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-5971682765253166831?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5971682765253166831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=5971682765253166831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/5971682765253166831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/5971682765253166831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/08/who-is-this-guy-larry-craig-i-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-4744584376365422800</id><published>2007-08-11T20:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T20:24:08.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm dying to find out who won the Iowa straw poll, but I'm traveling today and out of the loop. I really need my own cell phone so I can text my friends. (I can count to 20, so I should be able to hit the keys.) Actually, I don't care about the stupid straw poll but I'm curious about the fried Twinkies and other weird food you get to eat at these Iowa fairs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Speaking of food, I gave up my high chair this week. The whole plastic-tray thing was getting a little old. I now sit at the table with the grownups -- even though they don't let me drink soda or eat fries like other big people. How long do they think I'm going to be happy with these little juice boxes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-4744584376365422800?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/4744584376365422800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=4744584376365422800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/4744584376365422800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/4744584376365422800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-dying-to-find-out-who-won-iowa-straw.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-1811249082154305721</id><published>2007-08-03T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T23:15:49.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dora the Explorer! Elmo! Cookie Monster! Did you see all the toys that were recalled? 967,000 Mattel toys. I can't count that high -- I can get up to about 22 -- but it sounds like a lot. What kind of garbage is Mattel making? I'm taking my business elsewhere. I'd rather draw my own toys with my crayon box than play with dangerous stuff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Meanwhile, I think I should get a driver's license. I mean, I couldn't drive any worse than Lindsay Lohan! I never drink anything stronger than apple juice. If I sit on a few phone books I can reach the wheel. Shouldn't it go by how responsible you are, not age? I even wear underwear -- uh, or would once I get out of diapers. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-1811249082154305721?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1811249082154305721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=1811249082154305721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1811249082154305721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1811249082154305721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/08/dora-explorer-elmo-cookie-monster-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-631667352820047608</id><published>2007-07-15T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:21:14.383-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live Shot'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BkIV91DLiL0/RprJFh8Ry3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/igyiiM6z0T0/s1600-h/DSCN0818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087599825916119922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BkIV91DLiL0/RprJFh8Ry3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/igyiiM6z0T0/s320/DSCN0818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/14229547-631667352820047608?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/631667352820047608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=631667352820047608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/631667352820047608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/631667352820047608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BkIV91DLiL0/RprJFh8Ry3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/igyiiM6z0T0/s72-c/DSCN0818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-7929400098631618776</id><published>2007-07-15T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:28:10.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;  I've decided to become a talking head. After all, I spend all my time talking. How hard could it be? A little makeup, they give you a microphone, and you sound off. If I feel like throwing a tantrum they can always go to commercial. Besides, I'll be awesome with the younger demographic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-7929400098631618776?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7929400098631618776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=7929400098631618776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/7929400098631618776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/7929400098631618776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-decided-to-become-talking-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-6945454345351672972</id><published>2007-07-08T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T19:46:54.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Did you see where Paris Hilton referred to being in jail as a "time out"? Is she really just a big baby? Then again, I felt sorry for her because I have been getting &lt;em&gt;a lot &lt;/em&gt;of time outs. Every time I whine, cry or refuse to do something, it's off to my room! Can you imagine? Sometimes they even make me stay in the bathroom. Don't worry -- I'm saving it all for my tell-all memoir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  This was a big week for me because I got to meet Elmo. Got a big hug and everything, at Sesame Place. He didn't say anything, though. Not much personality. Maybe someone writes all those lines for him on television!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-6945454345351672972?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6945454345351672972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=6945454345351672972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/6945454345351672972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/6945454345351672972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/07/did-you-see-where-paris-hilton-referred.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-272162308957627089</id><published>2007-06-11T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:35:46.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I went to the Lincoln Memorial today. There sure are a lot of steps to get up there. I think they should have a slide for coming down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-272162308957627089?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/272162308957627089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=272162308957627089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/272162308957627089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/272162308957627089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-went-to-lincoln-memorial-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-1899179212727675755</id><published>2007-06-08T23:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:54:58.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What's all the commotion about? Paris Hilton is out of jail? Paris Hilton is back in jail? Why can't they make up their minds? And who were all those rude men with cameras surrounding her car? They are in need of a serious time out. I don't know why I should care about any of this. She looks like a real airhead. When the judge sent Paris back to jail, she started crying, "Mommy! Mommy!" That's my line. It's okay to start sobbing when you're 2--I make it a daily practice when I don't get my way--but for a grownup? Pleeeeaze. &lt;em&gt;Get that woman a pacifier!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-1899179212727675755?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1899179212727675755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=1899179212727675755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1899179212727675755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1899179212727675755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/06/whats-all-commotion-about-paris-hilton.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-5084236628177338244</id><published>2007-05-31T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:51:29.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Update: I just got a time out, but it was in room with a view of the beach, ocean and palm trees. So bleeahh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-5084236628177338244?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/5084236628177338244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=5084236628177338244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/5084236628177338244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/5084236628177338244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/05/update-i-just-got-time-out-but-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-3605812406449829816</id><published>2007-05-31T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:35:04.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I was chilling out in Santa Monica, trying to have some fun, but the people in the restaurant were soooo stuffy.  When I started taking off my shirt, they acted like I had forgotten to  use my bib or something. And Mommy didn't seem too pleased when I suggested that she should take off her shirt too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Did you see this &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/05/30/dining/30kids.html?_r=1&amp;ref=dining&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New York Times &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;story about how some restaurants are trying to upgrade children's menus? That they don't just want to offer chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese? Now they want baked chicken with Asian-style citrus marinade and rice noodles? Well, they're not going to get &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; business. What's next--no juice boxes? If there's no mac and cheese, I'd rather stay home and eat string cheese.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-3605812406449829816?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3605812406449829816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=3605812406449829816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3605812406449829816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3605812406449829816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-was-chilling-out-in-santa-monica.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-7857528545333794814</id><published>2007-05-29T10:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T10:29:22.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I have to go to the bathroom&lt;/em&gt;." You'd think I had announced that I discovered a cure for diaper rash. Everyone was so excited about my request. Apparently making pee-pee is a big deal for grownups.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now that I'm 2 &lt;em&gt;and a half&lt;/em&gt;, I think maybe I should drop the "Babyblogger" name. But Abby the Big-Girl Blogger doesn't have the same ring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see Rosie got kicked off The View for being a big mouth and arguing with that other woman. That is bad. She should use her inside voice. I wonder if she ever gets a time out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-7857528545333794814?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7857528545333794814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=7857528545333794814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/7857528545333794814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/7857528545333794814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-to-go-to-bathroom.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-7073542332247997236</id><published>2007-05-27T15:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T15:48:53.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry that I haven't been posting. I've been playing with my imag-i-nary friend Woof. He keeps me very busy.&lt;br /&gt;  I can count from 1 to 10 in Spanish now. Everyone is very impressed, even though I learned it from a Sesame Street song. It's so easy to wow the grownups.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-7073542332247997236?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7073542332247997236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=7073542332247997236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/7073542332247997236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/7073542332247997236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/05/sorry-that-i-havent-been-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-2810685702258003138</id><published>2007-05-06T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T23:19:11.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Grownups have such bad manners! I was in my high chair, with a plate of not-so-great food, listening to my Rocknosaurus tape, when I was told to eat some more. Humph! "I'm singing my songs," I said. "Or else I will spit. And get food on my shirt." Well, that showed them! Imagine asking me to sing and chew at the same time. I'm much better behaved than that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Not only that, I wanted to watch the D.C. Madam on teevee, but they made me go to bed. I &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; get my own set. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-2810685702258003138?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2810685702258003138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=2810685702258003138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/2810685702258003138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/2810685702258003138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/05/grownups-have-such-bad-manners-i-was-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-7426086509903572020</id><published>2007-04-29T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T21:13:41.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You would think parents know how to speak properly, right? But when I say I falled down, they keep correcting me. Or when I say I waked up. This is silly that a 2-year-old has to tell them they're wrong. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   I finally watched the end of Mary Poppins, where she flies away, and &lt;em&gt;I did not cry&lt;/em&gt;. Crying is for babies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;I keep hearing on TV about the D.C. Madam and some list of men that she has. I wonder what she does for work. I hope I never get old enough to be called madam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-7426086509903572020?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/7426086509903572020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=7426086509903572020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/7426086509903572020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/7426086509903572020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-would-think-parents-know-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-3727823858489926447</id><published>2007-04-20T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:18:43.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You should have seen me working this Georgetown book party. I went around looking cute, and all these big shots seemed happy to meet me (though they asked pretty dumb questions like, "How old are you?" You'd think authors could do better!) Anyway, we're talking George Stephanopoulos, Walter Isaacson, Sally Quinn, lots of movers and shakers. I was really starting to network, but then I was chewing on this carrot, and...I lost it. Barf city. All over the hostess's very expensive rug. Big rush to clean up the rug. (Hey, how about &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; feelings?) Anyway, that ended my big night out. I have a feeling I may not be invited back for 20 years or so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-3727823858489926447?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/3727823858489926447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=3727823858489926447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3727823858489926447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/3727823858489926447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-should-have-seen-me-working-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-1526163465976196655</id><published>2007-04-10T06:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T06:37:02.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What are ho's? I keep hearing that this guy Imus got suspended for calling women ho's. But nobody ever explains what that means. No wonder television can't get younger people to watch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-1526163465976196655?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1526163465976196655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=1526163465976196655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1526163465976196655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1526163465976196655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-are-hos-i-keep-hearing-that-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-6363814794626552017</id><published>2007-03-31T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T21:00:37.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I keep seeing this guy Karl Rove acting like a rapper. Uh, he's really horrible. I can sing much better than that. Oscar the Grouch can sing better than that. When is someone going to invite &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; on TV?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to start asserting myself more around here. I told my dad he had a messy closet. And I've got a new favorite phrase: "&lt;em&gt;I don't want to&lt;/em&gt;." Seems to annoy them when I say it 20 times in a row. Some days I'm refusing to take a nap. Who has the time? Wait till they find out that I'm giving the whole thing up. Then they might be doing the whining around here&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-6363814794626552017?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/6363814794626552017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=6363814794626552017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/6363814794626552017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/6363814794626552017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-keep-seeing-this-guy-karl-rove-acting.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-1910220245731572431</id><published>2007-03-18T14:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T14:25:28.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Everyone is saying that Alberto Gonzales should be fired. Apparently he fired a bunch of other people. Were they bad? Are they mad? Can you be fired for firing someone else? I hope I don't get fired when I get to kindergarten. I never heard of Gonzales before. Do you only get on TV when you do something bad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  But I've got much bigger news. I had my first haircut. It was fun. And a professional job, not like those homemade ones where you look like you had a bowl on your head. Now I look even cuter than before! Maybe I'll be able to go on TV soon and talk about being a blogger. Guess I'll have to leave my pacifier home for that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-1910220245731572431?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/1910220245731572431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=1910220245731572431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1910220245731572431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/1910220245731572431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/03/everyone-is-saying-that-alberto_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14229547.post-2586463004238076263</id><published>2007-03-18T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T14:25:19.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Everyone is saying that Alberto Gonzales should be fired. Apparently he fired a bunch of other people. Were they bad? Are they mad? Can you be fired for firing someone else? I hope I don't get fired when I get to kindergarten. I never heard of Gonzales before. Do you only get on TV when you do something bad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  But I've got much bigger news. I had my first haircut. It was fun. And a professional job, not like those homemade ones where you look like you had a bowl on your head. Now I look even cuter than before! Maybe I'll be able to go on TV soon and talk about being a blogger. Guess I'll have to leave my pacifier home for that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14229547-2586463004238076263?l=abbyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/2586463004238076263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14229547&amp;postID=2586463004238076263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/2586463004238076263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14229547/posts/default/2586463004238076263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyblogger.blogspot.com/2007/03/everyone-is-saying-that-alberto.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
