<?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-6792033872612049485</id><updated>2011-08-12T21:44:24.114-07:00</updated><category term='~'/><category term='A Great view'/><title type='text'>mamaqslittlechangos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442828253932963668</uri><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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792033872612049485.post-1751880131915409543</id><published>2010-09-23T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T22:43:12.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The monkey who broke a bed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Many have heard the  song " 3 little monkeys jumping on a bed.  One fell down and broke his head.  Mama called the doctor and the doctor said," No more monkeys jumping on the bed".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;"2 little monkeys jumping on the bed one fell down and broke his head. Mama called the doctor and the doctor said," No more monkeys jumping on the bed". and so forth until all the monkeys are with broken heads. Right?  Well what happened to the bed?  It never made it into the song/story until today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;It was a beautiful day in the land of changitolandia when one of the famous jumping monkeys decided that using his usual furniture for his adventures was to boring.  That day he had all of his cousin monkeys over and there was plenty of things to do, when all of the sudden the greatest idea had popped into this changitos head.  " Lets jump on the bed". First one changito seemed to jump high but  he got lonely so he called one of the other cousin changitos over a little bigger and taller but that would get Jumping Changito  to go even higher. Jumping as high as he could and his cousin right by his side, noticed that there was room for one more changito to jump.  So another changito came to the bed.  Now Jumping Changito knew that beds weren't for jumping, cause mama changito would always say NO JUMPING ON THE BED.  But she never said this bed so it was okay!  One by one the time had come and all of the cousin changitos had to go home.  With so much excitement Jumping Changito didn't even see his family leave.  So he kept on jumping or so he thought when CRASH! SPLAT! THUD! the jumping changito had broken the bed.  OH NO What should I say what should I do said Jumping changito.  Ah I know mama will never know if i make the bed.  So jumping changito made the bed hopping that mama wouldn't find out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;That night mama  was getting the smallest of all the changitos ready for bed.  She put on little changito her pijama, and started to tuck her in bed. Leaned over to give her a big hug and kiss and went KERPLOP and Landed where a mattress once was inside the frame of the bed!  At first mama thought wow! what a cheap bed they should make them stronger.  But sister changito was there and told mama changito how Jumping Changito broke the bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;JUMPING CHANGITO COME HERE RIGHT NOW! Jumping Changito walked down the stairs so slow it took forever.   Wow i guess mama meant that bed too he said to himself.  Getting closer and closer to his mama.  Jumping Changito what is this mama said, why did you jump on the bed. Well what's left of a bed, and where is little Changito suppose to sleep? Um that was a good question? Jumping Changito thought.  On the floor he replied, No said mama she isn't going to sleep on the floor.  That night little changito sleeped with mama and Jumping Changito thought he was off the hook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Until the next day when mama came into his room and asked him to pull out his money jar! Now this money jar that Jumping changito had was a very special jar indeed.   Jumping changito mama said, because you had so much fun jumping on little changitos bed and braking it, i am going to give you the chance to make things right.  Mama took Jumping Changito to the wood store that day  and bought the right size of wood for the bed, and went to pay.  Mama Jumping Changito said, why did i have to bring money from my money jar? Oh because it is only right that if you brake what isn't yours that you make it right. Mama said. Oh ?Jumping Changito said still a little confused why his mama just didn't pay.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;That day Jumping Changito learned that when Mama says no jumping on the bed it's not always as the song goes, but as what mama always says NO JUMPING ON THE BEDS!  ANY OF THEM or you'll have to pay for them  to get fixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792033872612049485-1751880131915409543?l=mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/feeds/1751880131915409543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2010/09/monkey-who-broke-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/1751880131915409543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/1751880131915409543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2010/09/monkey-who-broke-bed.html' title='The monkey who broke a bed!'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442828253932963668</uri><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-6792033872612049485.post-6585983349726772599</id><published>2010-07-12T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:09:23.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Three little changitos playin' in the pool!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Swimming, jumping and doing what little changitos do best Enjoying the cool water in the sun. All wrapped in their towels its time to come in. All of the changitos dried off when all of a sudden one changito is back at the pool. Holding one side down the water started to drain, and in goes the changito with towel and all. Soaking from head to foot and still in the pool. Oh my changito! Oh my changito! . All soaking trying to make his way out. Almost conquering the pool when the impossible happened and kerplop he ended up in the pool again. Over and over he tried and finally he came out with soaking towel and all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792033872612049485-6585983349726772599?l=mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/feeds/6585983349726772599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2010/07/pool-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/6585983349726772599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/6585983349726772599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2010/07/pool-time.html' title='Pool Time'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442828253932963668</uri><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-6792033872612049485.post-1984309243169590673</id><published>2010-04-28T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:14:30.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Great view'/><title type='text'>The Run Away Deer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 306px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465415925229243218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xabyqc4i5gk/S9kO07UNS1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/T481yt9Y210/s200/bibi+and+adrian+vegas+and+a+sunday+with+the+ducks++April+25+2010+057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Once upon a time there were 3 changitos who wanted to see the sunset on a sunday afternoon. When the wind got cold they all ran to the car. Right then there mama changito said, "as soon as the sun hits the peak across the way the deer will come down". Just than deer running came down the hill side what a great treat to be able to see nature in action. All of a sudden like a shot of lightning a black animal started to chase the deer. It's a Bear! It's a Bear! Mama changito screamed while in the car. So the little changitos also started to scream "It's a Bear! It's a Bear". Up and down and all around this black animal gave the deer a scare that they didn't know where to run. So there you have it. My changitos and I sitting in the car admiring and terrified all at the same time. That this animal could actually kill a dear. Lucky for the dear they all got away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;what could it be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;we started to guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A bear not so fast, a puma to dark, pumas are lighter. What could it be a tiger? No they don't live in our mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All of a sudden we realized that it was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dog. That's right a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dog a mighty fast dog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792033872612049485-1984309243169590673?l=mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/feeds/1984309243169590673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2010/04/run-away-deer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/1984309243169590673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/1984309243169590673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2010/04/run-away-deer.html' title='The Run Away Deer!'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442828253932963668</uri><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/_xabyqc4i5gk/S9kO07UNS1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/T481yt9Y210/s72-c/bibi+and+adrian+vegas+and+a+sunday+with+the+ducks++April+25+2010+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792033872612049485.post-6045089641018930535</id><published>2010-04-13T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:37:03.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How many vacations does a family get!&lt;br /&gt;With our family it is not easy to take a vacation. &lt;br /&gt;I am glad to say that as a family we were able to get out&lt;br /&gt;to the countryside of Logan.  The openness the breeze, the&lt;br /&gt;everyday stair climb up to my sisters apartment was worth&lt;br /&gt;the trip.  Taking the kids on a trip was such an amazing and&lt;br /&gt;at the sametime a refreshing experience.&lt;br /&gt;To know that life is hard but looking up! &lt;br /&gt;Keeping your cool isn't always the thing to do with 3 little changitos&lt;br /&gt;but seeing them enjoy what they usually don't get to do everyday was&lt;br /&gt;priceless.  Thank you for the baby animal days! Thank you for letting us&lt;br /&gt;crash at your place. &lt;br /&gt;love ray&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792033872612049485-6045089641018930535?l=mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/feeds/6045089641018930535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-many-vacations-does-family-get-with.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/6045089641018930535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/6045089641018930535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-many-vacations-does-family-get-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442828253932963668</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792033872612049485.post-7192397615664546202</id><published>2010-02-16T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:39:31.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whos my daddy?</title><content type='html'>This year has been very interesting.  For those who know the whole drama to your mama story about me will understand this post.&lt;br /&gt;We are at the store and one of my changitos yells&lt;br /&gt;Mom you can marry him so the whole store can hear&lt;br /&gt;Or a friend comes to visit and they jump all over the dude.&lt;br /&gt;But this last sunday was the real surprise when one of my changitos turned to me and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, I want him to be my dad". I almost started to cry but decided to hold the tears in since it wasn't testimony day and I technically wasn't hearing a sad story.  I looked over to my changito and looked up to the fellow who was sitting right by us and whispered He can't be your dad I don't even know him.  Since that day I have been thinking what it is like to feel wanted by someone so bad, that almost any stranger would do. Oh to have a dad.  The memories that i can recollect are very blurry, and although i to was small just as my changitos are now. Looking back i now see the impacted that my own father had in my life, and how their father has impacted their life.  This experience has taught me to love them even more.  I would not and cannot change the outcome of what has happened or even replace what has dissappered but to try to understand that their feelings are real and that they are just as valid as everyone else out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have a dad be kind love that father.&lt;br /&gt;If your married and have a father for your children love him and look at the best qualities that he has kindly shared to the family.&lt;br /&gt;We never know when or what impact our fathers, husbands or baby daddy's will have in our childrens lives so lets take care of them the best we can.  There are to many fathers who are not seeing the need of being a parent or even caring to what happens to their children and are off looking for lost love in places they should have never been in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love&lt;br /&gt;Ray&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792033872612049485-7192397615664546202?l=mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/feeds/7192397615664546202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2010/02/whos-my-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/7192397615664546202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/7192397615664546202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2010/02/whos-my-daddy.html' title='Whos my daddy?'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442828253932963668</uri><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-6792033872612049485.post-4014123113450024835</id><published>2010-02-04T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T09:37:45.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Missing Changito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;     H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you ever put one of your kids to bed at night,&lt;/span&gt; and in the morning when you go and check on your sweet innocent child they are no longer in their bed. So you figure that they are watching cartoons in the living rom right, or at least somewhere in the house. Before you know it the first game of the day has started, and the search is on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;     The next thing you know you are looking all over the house calling their name. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHANGITO! CHANGITO! WHERE ARE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am not playing come out this minute. You start to breathe heavy. What if they went outside? What if the worst has happened? And then just when your about to call for reinforcements. A phone call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Phone:&lt;/span&gt; Hi, I just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Not letting a word in I say &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Do you know where my changito is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Phone:&lt;/span&gt; Jajajajajajaja you mean your dad didn't tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Tell me what. I didn't see him this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Phone:&lt;/span&gt; Your changito woke up early this morning as your dad was leaving for work, and your changito asked him when he was going to be able to go to work with him.   Your Dad asked him if he had school and your Changito said No not today! So they both went to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I had no idea I was searching all over looking for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Phone:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah I was about to tell you when I left this morning, and I couldn't remember why I was just standing there. Sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; So my changito is with his grandpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Phone:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;What a morning I couldn't believe it. My Changito was never missing. He was with his grandpa the whole time. Starting to breathe normal again I get my other 2 changitos ready for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So here is a bit of advice for all that live with family members. Before you go and run out of energy and oxygen, call all of your family that you live with, and see who went to work today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mama Changito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792033872612049485-4014123113450024835?l=mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/feeds/4014123113450024835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2010/02/missing-changito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/4014123113450024835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/4014123113450024835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2010/02/missing-changito.html' title='The Missing Changito'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442828253932963668</uri><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-6792033872612049485.post-935033843752786874</id><published>2010-01-04T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T19:25:31.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>little fingers and little toes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;What makes little changos get into everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up to the aroma of a nail salon. At first I couldn't see where the smell was comming from, so I started my hunt my busqueda. I looked hi and low and still no sign of where the smell was coming from. Finally I searched everywhere except the upstairs. Making my way up the stairs I took another swiff and the smell was even more intense. When derepente you know all of a sudden there I was standing, and looking at the culprit sitting on my mothers nice comforter with bottle in hand. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red, Red, Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all over the bed spread, her little fingers and toes including part of her leg. How could this happen where was the adult. Oh yeah waking up! There I stood hands crossed with the half empty bottle wandering what I should and how in the world I was going to get this kind of a stain out. This kind of thing had never happend to me and I wasn't about to give up on a stain. Madres know how to take out stains, I mean most moms are pros right. This was going to be a huge challange. So I binged and googled "how to remove nail polish from a comforter". To my surprise something came up, but there was no solution. I tried it all and if I were to have the bannana oil or the dry cleaning powder I would have also used it.&lt;br /&gt;So like any good fight. The nail polish won and stayed in the comforter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tip#2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keep your nail polish locked up if you have little fingers who like to paint!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792033872612049485-935033843752786874?l=mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/feeds/935033843752786874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-fingers-and-little-toes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/935033843752786874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/935033843752786874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-fingers-and-little-toes.html' title='little fingers and little toes'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442828253932963668</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792033872612049485.post-1458343196687031719</id><published>2010-01-02T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:40:39.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You 2010 for IKEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thank you 2010 for Ikea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What a brilliante place to spend a Saturday afternoon. My brother and his wife decided to take a trip to Ikea.  They invited me and like any typical family invite, and the true latina that I am I invited my girls.  You know the saying the more the marrier. So I packed up the ghetto van and headed to Ikea with my Changitos and girls.  When we finally arrived to Ikea I called my bro. to see where they had parked and  only like Ikea does it, who can get lost.  Even their parking is lettered so there is no losing cars or familia. So I finally found my bro.  he was parked in the family section.  Que! Ya se a family section, I couldn't believe it a place to park the ghetto van.  As we approached the first Free item of the day was the childrens station it was booked so we loaded up all of my changos including my bros. in carts and wwere on our way racing to get to the elevator! IKEA here we come!  I was in total material bliss. What a temptation!  I wanted it all.  Just look at the colors, textures, where do I begin. I love that set up and oh look over here.  Even my changos were excited.  All of a sudden as if calling my name over and over.  "I am over here don't leave me".  Amor! Amor! It was love at first sight. A craft room of my dreams.  For all of those who know me.  I love crafts!  Anyways we roamed for our treasures through the vast store of Ikea.  Lost some of our crew a few times, but Gracia a ..... we had cell phones.   The best part of Ikea was the food! Today was the last day that Kids eat FREE! That's right Gratis! Those words are so fabulous to my ears.  I was able to feed my changitos and me for less than $8.00 including tax.&lt;br /&gt;So the next time I go to Ikea I will be sure to take my crew, go during the week, and see if they are feeding kids under 12 for free.&lt;br /&gt;Amo a Ikea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792033872612049485-1458343196687031719?l=mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/feeds/1458343196687031719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you-2010-for-ikea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/1458343196687031719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/1458343196687031719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you-2010-for-ikea.html' title='Thank You 2010 for IKEA'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442828253932963668</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792033872612049485.post-1210674605803979025</id><published>2010-01-01T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T10:58:06.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today as you know is the first day of  2010, and I am so excited. Estoy Feliz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I glance back to see the accomplishments that my changitos and I have been able to conquer their are many. At the begining of last year I told my self that 2009 was going to be a great year despite of all the drama that we caused my momma! Living with parents is a whole different ball game. When at the same time you try to teach and raise your own kids those simply yet complicated rules. Muy Intersante! It's a once in a life time experience, and those who have lived with their parents and kids at the same time know what it takes to keep the peace. There were also many exciting times. Celebrations, Fiestas, Deaths and of course one of my changitos favorite times late night snack ( Graham crackers and milk) Sabroso! In 2009 I came to realize that my changitos had made a resoulution of there own. They had made a pack with each other to never stay the same size. These changitos stretched out so much that everytime I looked at them it was as if the dryer was set on extra shrink.  They are like tiny weeds sprouting at every hem. It was amazing, and of course with my small changitos on the rise, their ability to learn was very impressing from the oldest to the smallest ever so amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now what? The snow will eventually melt, the flowers will start to grow, the heat will return, the leaves will fall and blow, and the snow will set once more. May 2010 have great thing in store for this family of changitos, and have many blessing for all of your families as well. Nuestras adventuras seran unicas y desfrutadas. I am truely looking forward to a fabulous year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEARS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;¡FELIZ ANO NUEVO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;mamma  chango &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tip#1 Start the year on the right track give your family first a kiss, a hug and thank them for letting you be a part in their lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792033872612049485-1210674605803979025?l=mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/feeds/1210674605803979025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2010/01/starting-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/1210674605803979025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/1210674605803979025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2010/01/starting-2010.html' title='Starting 2010'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442828253932963668</uri><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-6792033872612049485.post-3521521413307084294</id><published>2009-08-15T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:20:59.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Cartoons!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was a little girl I was always excited for the Saturday cartoons.  On Saturday mornings my siblings and i would sneak down and go into the kitchen, get all of the cereal supplies, (cereal, milk, bowl, and spoon), and eat our cereal while watching the littles, He-man, She-rah, Transformers, Inspector Gadget and much much more.  On Saturdays it seemed that we won the cartoon pot luck.   Now I have my own changitos, and I wanted them to experience that same excitement at least once.  So this morning I woke up brought the cereal supplies down to my room and had a Saturday morning breakfast, while watching old school cartoons with my little changitos.  I am so glad that I was able to share this experience with them. and let them in on some of the things that I was able to do as a kid.  Memories are great to have, and making memories with my changitos is the best gift that I can receive as their mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792033872612049485-3521521413307084294?l=mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/feeds/3521521413307084294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2009/08/saturday-cartoons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/3521521413307084294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/3521521413307084294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2009/08/saturday-cartoons.html' title='Saturday Cartoons!'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442828253932963668</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792033872612049485.post-2636022460042303183</id><published>2009-07-20T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:12:42.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xabyqc4i5gk/SmVZQBY76XI/AAAAAAAAABk/6MqCnXVr-AM/s1600-h/parade+and+stadium+of+fire+2009+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360789063240247666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xabyqc4i5gk/SmVZQBY76XI/AAAAAAAAABk/6MqCnXVr-AM/s320/parade+and+stadium+of+fire+2009+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;One of a kind Teen BoP PoP BoYs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;  Really know how to make their fans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;   Scream! JONAS! JONAS! JONAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360789058539798242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xabyqc4i5gk/SmVZPv4QvuI/AAAAAAAAABc/UJ-3MS1hkAE/s320/parade+and+stadium+of+fire+2009+034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;   Abuelito! You Rock thanks for the tickets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xabyqc4i5gk/SmVZPVXuGfI/AAAAAAAAABU/l9u3Shrmtdc/s1600-h/parade+and+stadium+of+fire+2009+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360789051423988210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xabyqc4i5gk/SmVZPVXuGfI/AAAAAAAAABU/l9u3Shrmtdc/s320/parade+and+stadium+of+fire+2009+075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;From My little Changos to all of our familia and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;amigos!  Que Familia! Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xabyqc4i5gk/SmVZPHkZ3JI/AAAAAAAAABM/QhizBmNLn4U/s1600-h/parade+and+stadium+of+fire+2009+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360789047719091346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xabyqc4i5gk/SmVZPHkZ3JI/AAAAAAAAABM/QhizBmNLn4U/s320/parade+and+stadium+of+fire+2009+082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Strut your stuff  little chango! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xabyqc4i5gk/SmVZOjYryjI/AAAAAAAAABE/1IOi7y_1psQ/s1600-h/parade+and+stadium+of+fire+2009+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360789038006258226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xabyqc4i5gk/SmVZOjYryjI/AAAAAAAAABE/1IOi7y_1psQ/s320/parade+and+stadium+of+fire+2009+086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Every little changos dream!  So precious!&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/6792033872612049485-2636022460042303183?l=mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/feeds/2636022460042303183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-of-kind-teen-bop-pop-boys-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/2636022460042303183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/2636022460042303183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-of-kind-teen-bop-pop-boys-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442828253932963668</uri><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/_xabyqc4i5gk/SmVZQBY76XI/AAAAAAAAABk/6MqCnXVr-AM/s72-c/parade+and+stadium+of+fire+2009+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792033872612049485.post-8895471631346191486</id><published>2009-07-20T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:43:31.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;July 4th 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fourth of July to all of our friends, families,and to everyone that is following this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we take it for granted the freedom that we have in our daily life. &lt;br /&gt;May we remember all of the sacrafices that our ancenstors have made so that we can enjoy a parade, a balloon ride, and even for a stroll where ever it may be.&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate this year my little changos and I went to  the parade with all of our family.&lt;br /&gt;Mucha Familia!  Muchos Amigos!&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun In the evening ,we were able to go the the stadium of fire and celebrate with the Jonas Brothers and SheDaisy!&lt;br /&gt;Here is a small taste of the fun that we had Enjoy!  Happy Fourth!&lt;br /&gt;Mama Chango.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792033872612049485-8895471631346191486?l=mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/feeds/8895471631346191486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-4th-2009-happy-fourth-of-july-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/8895471631346191486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/8895471631346191486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-4th-2009-happy-fourth-of-july-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442828253932963668</uri><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-6792033872612049485.post-7174112686910011072</id><published>2009-06-29T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:20:27.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='~'/><title type='text'>Starring Chango #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My oldest Chango just had her 6th birthday! I can't believe that I have a six year old Chango! She is all of a sudden independent yet not so near as being a teenager. I am in for it in a couple of years. She is truely learning the Chango ways! :) Her love of Hannah Montana and The Jonas Brothers has made a recent new impact in her little chango life. WE Love our oldest chango! Happy Birthday!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xabyqc4i5gk/SkmsW5jnjsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Nfifsg46t2E/s1600-h/Rebekahs+6th+birthday+2009+and+other+events+170.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352999141513858754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xabyqc4i5gk/SkmsW5jnjsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Nfifsg46t2E/s320/Rebekahs+6th+birthday+2009+and+other+events+170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xabyqc4i5gk/SkmsYGkkucI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jckigjuPlkk/s1600-h/Rebekahs+6th+birthday+2009+and+other+events+196.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352999162187397570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xabyqc4i5gk/SkmsYGkkucI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jckigjuPlkk/s320/Rebekahs+6th+birthday+2009+and+other+events+196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xabyqc4i5gk/SkmsX7zHmMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/IZotMAD6iNA/s1600-h/Rebekahs+6th+birthday+2009+and+other+events+177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352999159295613122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xabyqc4i5gk/SkmsX7zHmMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/IZotMAD6iNA/s320/Rebekahs+6th+birthday+2009+and+other+events+177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xabyqc4i5gk/SkmsXgJutUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdWOYXzYKk/s1600-h/Rebekahs+6th+birthday+2009+and+other+events+203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352999151874258242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xabyqc4i5gk/SkmsXgJutUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CcdWOYXzYKk/s320/Rebekahs+6th+birthday+2009+and+other+events+203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xabyqc4i5gk/SkmsXMim10I/AAAAAAAAAAk/uqX0jHbPx4k/s1600-h/Rebekahs+6th+birthday+2009+and+other+events+181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352999146609891138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xabyqc4i5gk/SkmsXMim10I/AAAAAAAAAAk/uqX0jHbPx4k/s320/Rebekahs+6th+birthday+2009+and+other+events+181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Mama Chango~&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/6792033872612049485-7174112686910011072?l=mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/feeds/7174112686910011072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2009/06/starring-chango-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/7174112686910011072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792033872612049485/posts/default/7174112686910011072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamaqslittlechangos.blogspot.com/2009/06/starring-chango-1.html' title='Starring Chango #1'/><author><name>Ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18442828253932963668</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xabyqc4i5gk/SkmsW5jnjsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Nfifsg46t2E/s72-c/Rebekahs+6th+birthday+2009+and+other+events+170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
