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		<title>Where&#8217;s The Phone</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Mar 2011 04:50:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Deborah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Eli and I were driving home from toddler preschool. We pull into the garage, then gather our things, like Eli&#8217;s lunch container, school notices, etc. Eli asks if I have my keys and my phone. I assure him that I do. Eli then says &#8220;Mommy, I want a phone too. I want to go to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Eli and I were driving home from toddler preschool. We pull into the garage, then gather our things, like Eli&#8217;s lunch container, school notices, etc. Eli asks if I have my keys and my phone. I assure him that I do. Eli then says &#8220;Mommy, I want a phone too. I want to go to the store to buy a phone.&#8221; At 2, he&#8217;s already asking for a phone.</p>
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		<title>How To Fix Pot Holes</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2011 04:26:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Deborah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Eli and I were driving home from his toddler pre-school, taking the on-ramp to the highway. Getting on is a little tricky because there are am abundance of potholes there. It&#8217;s like playing in an obstacle course trying not to knock out the cones. I told Eli they (the city)  need to fix the roads. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Eli and I were driving home from his toddler pre-school, taking the on-ramp to the highway. Getting on is a little tricky because there are am abundance of potholes there. It&#8217;s like playing in an obstacle course trying not to knock out the cones. I told Eli they (the city)  need to fix the roads. (At this time of year in Minnesota, the roads get pretty bad with holes everywhere to keep us alert). Eli&#8217;s response was to get a hammer and a ruler and Daddy would fix the roads.</p>
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		<title>The Best Room In The House</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Mar 2011 04:34:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Deborah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In Eli&#8217;s younger years (when he was half as old as he is now), he used to love playing in the bathroom. He was so infatuated with the tub and turning on the faucet in the tub. When he just learned to walk and went wandering, I always knew where to find him. Now, his [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://littlelovetales.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/S30103541.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-thumbnail wp-image-213" title="The Best Room" src="http://littlelovetales.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/S30103541-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a>In Eli&#8217;s younger years (when he was half as old as he is now), he used to love playing in the bathroom. He was so infatuated with the tub and turning on the faucet in the tub. When he just learned to walk and went wandering, I always knew where to find him. Now, his little sister, Isabel is equally as fascinated. The only difference is that when she enters the bathroom, she takes all the bath toys and throws them in the tub, one at a time. This is her way of telling us she wants a bath.</p>
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		<title>Kitchen Helper</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Mar 2011 05:50:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Deborah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Eli wanted to open a can of corn kernels today. He likes to eat corn out of a can, something he learned from his Vietnamese grandma. Together, me holding his hand, we turned the can opener to open the can. As we turn the opener, Eli says &#8220;you&#8217;re doing a good job&#8221;.  A little later, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Eli wanted to open a can of corn kernels today. He likes to eat corn out of a can, something he learned from his Vietnamese grandma. Together, me holding his hand, we turned the can opener to open the can. As we turn the opener, Eli says &#8220;you&#8217;re doing a good job&#8221;.  A little later, we open a jar of spaghetti sauce to poor over cheese stuffed shells to bake in the oven. Eli takes the spatula to scrape the remaining sauce out of the jar. As he is doing this, he says &#8220;get out&#8221; to the sauce. My 2 year old helper.</p>
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		<title>Scissors</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Mar 2011 06:13:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Deborah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Today Eli wanted to open some new packages of leap pad books. The books are packed in tamper proof plastic. I told Eli we needed scissors to open the books. He ran to the living room to grab his scissors to cut the plastic and the proceeded to cut the plastic. After a short attempt, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Today Eli wanted to open some new packages of leap pad books. The books are packed in tamper proof plastic. I told Eli we needed scissors to open the books. He ran to the living room to grab his scissors to cut the plastic and the proceeded to cut the plastic. After a short attempt, no luck. The scissors are play dough scissors for cutting and playing with play dough. To a two year old, scissors are scissors.</p>
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		<title>Whatever You Want</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Mar 2011 05:46:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Deborah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Eli&#8217;s 2 year old vocabulary is exploding day by day. Yesterday he wanted to go up the stairs in our house. He said &#8220;Mommy, wanna go up the stairs Mommy.&#8221; I responded by saying, &#8220;In a minute Eli&#8221;. His response was, &#8220;whatever you want Mommy&#8221;.  Apparently he has heard Daddy say to him &#8220;whatever you [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Eli&#8217;s 2 year old vocabulary is exploding day by day. Yesterday he wanted to go up the stairs in our house. He said &#8220;Mommy, wanna go up the stairs Mommy.&#8221; I responded by saying, &#8220;In a minute Eli&#8221;. His response was, &#8220;whatever you want Mommy&#8221;.  Apparently he has heard Daddy say to him &#8220;whatever you want&#8221; and now has made this statement his own.</p>
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		<title>How To Break In A New Coat</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Feb 2011 20:57:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Deborah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Eli had a very bad cold the last few days and we wanted to make sure he kept warm. He has outgrown his coat, so we put on a &#8220;new coat&#8221; he received as a hand-me-down from his cousin Ari. After Eli put it on, I complimented him on how handsome he looked in his [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Eli had a very bad cold the last few days and we wanted to make sure he kept warm. He has outgrown his coat, so we put on a &#8220;new coat&#8221; he received as a hand-me-down from his cousin Ari. After Eli put it on, I complimented him on how handsome he looked in his new coat. We then got in the car, Eli buckled into his car seat, to pick up his little sister, Isabel. Just as we got in the car he started coughing from the phlem in his throat. The cough quickly turned to vomit, all over the new coat.</p>
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		<title>It&#8217;s For Bob</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Feb 2011 21:24:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Deborah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[When we get a call (on our land line), and it is from some non profit such as the Alzheimer&#8217;s Association or from an 800 number, we don&#8217;t answer it. Eli always wants to answer the phone, so instead of answering it, we tell Eli that it&#8217;s a call for Bob. Bob is our neighbor, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When we get a call (on our land line), and it is from some non profit such as the Alzheimer&#8217;s Association or from an 800 number, we don&#8217;t answer it. Eli always wants to answer the phone, so instead of answering it, we tell Eli that it&#8217;s a call for Bob. Bob is our neighbor, probably in his seventies. So now, Eli runs to the phone when he hears it ring, and exclaims, &#8220;It&#8217;s a call for Bob&#8221;. Then we both laugh.</p>
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		<title>Proper Use of A Crib</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Feb 2011 04:14:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Deborah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[To store clean, unfolded laundry of course.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>To store clean, unfolded laundry of course.<a href="http://littlelovetales.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/S3010706.jpg"><img class="size-thumbnail wp-image-185  alignleft" title="Crib" src="http://littlelovetales.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/S3010706-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" /></a></p>
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		<title>Keys Please</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2011 01:34:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Deborah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Eli (and I were looking for batteries for an old camera, the kind that uses film. Remember those days when had to put a roll of film in the camera. The camera looks so big compared to today&#8217;s digital cameras. We couldn&#8217;t find any batteries that would fit in the camera. Eli remembered that we [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Eli (and I were looking for batteries for an old camera, the kind that uses film. Remember those days when had to put a roll of film in the camera. The camera looks so big compared to today&#8217;s digital cameras. We couldn&#8217;t find any batteries that would fit in the camera. Eli remembered that we had left some batteries in the car. He asked about the batteries in the car. I said we would get them later. His response was &#8220;Give me the keys Mommy. I want to go to the car to get the batteries.&#8221;  At 2 years old he is already asking for the keys to the car. What next.</p>
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