<?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-2023428040458141735</id><updated>2012-02-12T19:51:16.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book of Esther</title><subtitle type='html'>A day in the life of the queen...
"And who knows but that you have come to 
a royal position for such a time as this?" 
Esther 4:14 The Bible (NIV)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922481033244277582</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023428040458141735.post-7849993707715779627</id><published>2008-01-22T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:11:52.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow...Colorado 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_94n-1aUlapA/R5Y2WpwM6uI/AAAAAAAAABY/S-D376G8N1k/s1600-h/IMG_6254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_94n-1aUlapA/R5Y2WpwM6uI/AAAAAAAAABY/S-D376G8N1k/s200/IMG_6254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158370185992530658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...and it did, and did, and did.  So much that it snowed 2 feet more than I am tall.  We got 48 inches in 48 hours and over 5 feet for the week that I was in Colorado.  It was a great trip.  We went to Crested Butte and I have to say that I was the best skiier on the mountain.  I rode the magic carpet, and then the Big Swing (Peachtree Lift) where I skiied for a while all by myself.  The second time I rode up I was a little tired from all that work and fell asleep.  Thanks Stacy for getting me down the mountain, just sorry that it was nap time.  Anyway I better go for now.&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_94n-1aUlapA/R5Y2W5wM6vI/AAAAAAAAABg/uWkbatox5GY/s200/IMG_6263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158370190287497970" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023428040458141735-7849993707715779627?l=thebookofesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/feeds/7849993707715779627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023428040458141735&amp;postID=7849993707715779627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/7849993707715779627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/7849993707715779627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/2008/01/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow...Colorado 2008'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922481033244277582</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/_94n-1aUlapA/R5Y2WpwM6uI/AAAAAAAAABY/S-D376G8N1k/s72-c/IMG_6254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023428040458141735.post-5339555268469200843</id><published>2007-08-20T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T06:54:36.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a Little While...</title><content type='html'>Well it has been quite some time since I have had a chance to write and fill you all in on what is going on in my life.  Things have been real busy.  As most of you know I turned 2 last month and the life of a 2 year old is very busy.  With all the road trips and time spent swimming and playing at the splash park there hasn't been much time to sit and reflect.  Anyway mommy and daddy make me go to bed early so they don't give me much time to write.  But I guess Hemingway had the same problem when he was young, but he did some great work when he got older.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.  since my last posting, I had a birthday, went to Alabama to the beach where I spent several days basking in the sun and surf and the kiddie pool at the condo.  I am a great swimmer if I don't mind saying so.  "My swim all myself," as I like to tell people.  Mainly I just float with my life jacket, but hey a girl has to start somewhere.  Anyway, the beach was great.  It took me a little while before I got used to the sand, but when I finally did i was all over that place.  Graceyn and I are getting along real well.  Sometimes she gets in the way when I am riding my tricycle in the house, but she rolls pretty quicky and I haven't run over her yet.  Mommy calls her a Rolly Polly.  Have you seen the new Little Einstein movies?  I have both of them and Mimi says this week when the new one comes out she is going to get it for me.  In the morning there is supposed to be a new one.  It has penguins in it.  They look funny when they waddle.&lt;br /&gt;Well guess I better go.  I will put some new pictures on here when I get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to have some more time soon to talk more but for now I better go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023428040458141735-5339555268469200843?l=thebookofesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/feeds/5339555268469200843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023428040458141735&amp;postID=5339555268469200843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/5339555268469200843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/5339555268469200843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-been-little-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been a Little While...'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922481033244277582</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-2023428040458141735.post-9005873756700730043</id><published>2007-07-06T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:10:34.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What took me so long?</title><content type='html'>Well let me start by saying that I am sorry that it has taken me so long to get back to you guys. I know you have all been wondering what happened and why haven't I posted anything in a long time so let me just say that things have been real busy.&lt;br /&gt;I have been pretty busy playing with my new best friend and sister. She is pretty cool. She doesn't do much, mainly just lays there, but I am excited every morning to see her.&lt;br /&gt;I also got a new fort in the backyard. It has 2 swings, a horsey swing, slide, monkey bars, rock wall, and a ladder. It rules! I can hang out there all day.&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I got to go to Tulsa to see Poppy's family. Friday night I partied hard. I ate at this Mexican food restraunt that had a view of the lake and the highway. I saw turtles and 18 wheelers and never had to leave my seat. The food was good and so was the dancing. The next day I swam in the pool for hours with Chloe and Jax. It was a heated pool and it was sooooo warm that nobody could tell I tee teed in it.&lt;br /&gt;I got to see fireworks two days in a row. On Julythird, we went to Mimi and Papaws house and saw the fireworks from daddy's Uncle Bill's house. I didn't know I had 2nd cousins. They were there and so were Abbie and Jake. The next day I got to go swimming with all of them. The water was kinda cold, but there were so many lake toys I was so happy. Then I got to see the fireworks in our neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that don't have it on your calendar. My Birthday is coming up real soon. Its going to be a Safari Party and I will be 2 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Well that lets you back in to where I am, and I better get back to taking my nap.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023428040458141735-9005873756700730043?l=thebookofesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/feeds/9005873756700730043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023428040458141735&amp;postID=9005873756700730043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/9005873756700730043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/9005873756700730043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-took-me-so-long.html' title='What took me so long?'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922481033244277582</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-2023428040458141735.post-3038501655114718833</id><published>2007-03-09T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T07:01:21.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as An Only Child...</title><content type='html'>This morning was the last Friday morning that I will ever wake up on a Friday as an only child.  Life sure was good.  All of the attention went straight to me.  I had 2 closets and bedrooms, when I want to watch Curious George I don't have someone telling me that they want to watch Baby Einsteins, and I have the whole back seat of the car to myself.  But all that is getting ready to change.  Apparently mommy and daddy go in on Thursday to get the new baby.  Something called an induction?  So I guess that for the next week I am going to soak it up.  All eyes will be on me.  The Three Musketeers- all together for one final show.  Then life is going to change.  I am going to have to show this baby the ropes.  There is just so much to learn.  I have to teach it colors, how to draw, which sippy cup leaks, how to count to ten, which animals are best to snuggle and which like tea parties, how to get stickers, operate the DVD player, and all about quantum physics.  There are just so many job requirements of the Big Sister.  I hope that I can work it all in to the schedule.&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, since there are 2 car seats in the car now, I got moved to the widow seat.  Do you know how cool that is?  There is a whole world just right out that window I never knew existed.  I remember hearing mommy and daddy talking and pointing at stuff outside when they were driving.  Now I know what they are talking about.  Everywhere you look there is something to see.  Cows, stores, other people, houses, this is awesome.  I thought it was just on TV.  But apparently it was there the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that I am in Music Class.  Well I am, and I am pretty good too.  I know all sorts of new songs that I sing constantly, I play the egg shaker, and learned some good dance moves.  So watch out Simon, Paula, and Randy here comes your American Idol 2022.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023428040458141735-3038501655114718833?l=thebookofesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/feeds/3038501655114718833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023428040458141735&amp;postID=3038501655114718833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/3038501655114718833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/3038501655114718833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-as-only-child.html' title='Life as An Only Child...'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922481033244277582</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-2023428040458141735.post-4688785848749136724</id><published>2007-02-02T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:11:52.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's NOOOOOOING!!" [translation: its snowing]</title><content type='html'>This stuff is great! We got somewhere between 4-5 inches of snow over the past 2 days and I had so much fun playing in it. Once again I was like the kid from Christmas Story and was bundled up so much that I couldn't put my arms down, but as long as I had a little momentum I could keep my feet moving and my body from going head first into the snow.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_94n-1aUlapA/RcNm3GjxJuI/AAAAAAAAABE/KoAB1WV9UuM/s1600-h/kiss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026974705915078370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="165" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_94n-1aUlapA/RcNm3GjxJuI/AAAAAAAAABE/KoAB1WV9UuM/s320/kiss.JPG" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But boy, I had such a good time. I got to stop around in it, watch a snowball fight, warm up a little by the firepit, slide, and the most fun I had was sledding. Daddy and Jake had a snowball fight, Aunt Amy made a snowman, and Abbie always makes me laugh. She got to sled with me a couple times. I also got to sled with Uncle Jess and Aunt Kels, mommy, and daddy. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_94n-1aUlapA/RcNlMmjxJrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/35Su-dCq1yg/s1600-h/smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had so much fun. I love sledding I must have done it a hundred times. I can't wait till it snows again.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_94n-1aUlapA/RcNmI2jxJtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vE4TNW4BGEM/s1600-h/sled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026973911346128594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_94n-1aUlapA/RcNmI2jxJtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vE4TNW4BGEM/s320/sled.JPG" 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/2023428040458141735-4688785848749136724?l=thebookofesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/feeds/4688785848749136724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023428040458141735&amp;postID=4688785848749136724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/4688785848749136724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/4688785848749136724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-nooooing-translation-its-snowing.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s NOOOOOOING!!&quot; [translation: its snowing]'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922481033244277582</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/_94n-1aUlapA/RcNm3GjxJuI/AAAAAAAAABE/KoAB1WV9UuM/s72-c/kiss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023428040458141735.post-8429669897177950674</id><published>2007-01-23T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:11:52.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time For Tea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_94n-1aUlapA/RbZNXnQsXII/AAAAAAAAAAY/8QcQtIlbrcs/s1600-h/teaparty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023287502449695874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_94n-1aUlapA/RbZNXnQsXII/AAAAAAAAAAY/8QcQtIlbrcs/s320/teaparty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I will make this short and sweet since I have to get back to entertaining. I have a tea party to throw and not much time to talk. But just wanted to show you a little about what all happens when you get to be a big girl and a "socialite." We don't have time just to lay around and watch TV anymore. You have to get plugged into the social scene. So I am having a tea party/ welcome to the new room party and entertaining guests takes more time than I could have imagined. Beary is getting thirsty so I better go, we'll talk later. TTFN (TaTa For Now.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023428040458141735-8429669897177950674?l=thebookofesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/feeds/8429669897177950674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023428040458141735&amp;postID=8429669897177950674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/8429669897177950674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/8429669897177950674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/2007/01/time-for-tea.html' title='Time For Tea...'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922481033244277582</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/_94n-1aUlapA/RbZNXnQsXII/AAAAAAAAAAY/8QcQtIlbrcs/s72-c/teaparty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023428040458141735.post-7331173250636894789</id><published>2007-01-18T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T14:09:40.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dream in Pink... Part deux.</title><content type='html'>Well the room is pink and I love it.  Thank you to papaw for all the help, daddy couldn't have done it without you.  Thanks uncle Jas for the lights- I know daddy's eyes aren't too good and he would have missed a lot of spots.  Now if daddy would just get the rest of his stuff out of the closet I would be very happy.  A girl needs her closet!  I also got a new bed that I am not so sure about.  Its just a mattress on the floor.  Daddy says its going to be like camping, or like when he was in college and slept on the floor.  He also says it will be safer since I roll around alot when I sleep.  So good bye crib... Hello Big Girl sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;An another note- this whole potty chair thing is working out really well.  Except for one little misshap (sorry mommy), I am doing really well and kinda getting used to it.  Watch out world here I come!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thanks for the comments, keep em coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023428040458141735-7331173250636894789?l=thebookofesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/feeds/7331173250636894789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023428040458141735&amp;postID=7331173250636894789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/7331173250636894789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/7331173250636894789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dream-in-pink-part-deux.html' title='I Dream in Pink... Part deux.'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922481033244277582</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-2023428040458141735.post-7467002441114514030</id><published>2007-01-15T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T14:00:56.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dream in Pink...</title><content type='html'>Well the first round of cleaning is beginning in my new room.  Mommy and daddy have spent the last couple of days getting all the stuff out of daddy's office and starting to get it ready to be my big girl room.  Don't be jealous, I'll have a walk in closet and my own bathroom.  The best part about it, is that daddy is painting it pink for me.  I am so excited!  As soon as I get it all done I will post some pictures for you.  Mommy is so excited.  She bought me new sheets and some pillows.  She also said that she will get some flowers that match the butterflies I have as soon as Hobby Lobby puts them on sale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023428040458141735-7467002441114514030?l=thebookofesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/feeds/7467002441114514030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023428040458141735&amp;postID=7467002441114514030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/7467002441114514030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/7467002441114514030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dream-in-pink.html' title='I Dream in Pink...'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922481033244277582</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023428040458141735.post-2141684366847078360</id><published>2007-01-11T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:11:53.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy it's gettting cold...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_94n-1aUlapA/RaZc7WE59BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bcG6L4GSsWU/s1600-h/smallgloves2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018801009359189010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_94n-1aUlapA/RaZc7WE59BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bcG6L4GSsWU/s320/smallgloves2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the weather is getting a little colder so I need to get ready. I sure hope that it snows. The last time I got to get in the white stuff, I was too little to play in it and mommy had me dressed in a big puffy suit. I felt like the kid in "A Christmas Story." Not the one that wanted the red ridder BB gun, but his little brother. I couldn't get my arms down, and all I could do is wallow around. But now I have some new gloves and can't wait to try them out. I posted a photo of me with the gloves. Nice huh. I sure hope it snows. I will build a fort, have a snowball fight, make snow angels, and go sledding. Or I'll get wrapped up in that suit again and just stand in one place till I can't fell my legs anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023428040458141735-2141684366847078360?l=thebookofesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/feeds/2141684366847078360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023428040458141735&amp;postID=2141684366847078360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/2141684366847078360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/2141684366847078360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/2007/01/boy-its-gettting-cold.html' title='Boy it&apos;s gettting cold...'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922481033244277582</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/_94n-1aUlapA/RaZc7WE59BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bcG6L4GSsWU/s72-c/smallgloves2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023428040458141735.post-5765873992690404398</id><published>2007-01-11T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T07:26:21.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah LaLa</title><content type='html'>Thanks LaLa for visiting my site.  You are the first to leave a comment.  Yeah, Yeah, Yeah... I'd give you a sticker if I could.  I'll keep it till next time I see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023428040458141735-5765873992690404398?l=thebookofesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/feeds/5765873992690404398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023428040458141735&amp;postID=5765873992690404398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/5765873992690404398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/5765873992690404398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/2007/01/yeah-lala.html' title='Yeah LaLa'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922481033244277582</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-2023428040458141735.post-273809798548359492</id><published>2007-01-09T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T12:59:29.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>When I have to go I have to go...  but for the times when I can hold it and can let mommy know, it sure does feel good to teetee in the pottie.  I have done it so many times I have lost count.  It started about a week ago.  Daddy got the pottychair out of the closet.  I know that sounds gross, but it was still in the box (unused), and he set it in my bathroom.  Mommy would ask if I needed to teetee, and sit me on it.  I guess I really had to go so I did.  Mommy started clapping and saying "yeah."  I didn't know what was going on, but she kept saying "yeah, yeah, yeah!!!"  Then she gave me a sticker.  Its been at least 10 times since then and she keeps giving me stickers everytime.  Boy I love stickers!  I guess as long as she keeps giving me stickers I will keep going to the potty.  Anyway it feels better than a wet diaper, and I sure do love those stickers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023428040458141735-273809798548359492?l=thebookofesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/feeds/273809798548359492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023428040458141735&amp;postID=273809798548359492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/273809798548359492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/273809798548359492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/2007/01/yeah-yeah-yeah.html' title='YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!!!!!!'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922481033244277582</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-2023428040458141735.post-4605470536561235284</id><published>2006-12-28T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T13:58:54.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to relax</title><content type='html'>Well the Christmas holiday is over and I had so much fun.  I got to play with all of my cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents and greatgrandparents.  It was a great Christmas.  I didn't get a puppy, but daddy says that someday I can have one.  But Santa was great.  I got all sorts of new toys and clothes.  We had a fun time.  I got to sing songs, read books, play games, and stay up past my bedtime.  I also got a new aunt.  Joe asked Mamen to marry him and she said yes.&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a fabulous time.  Thank you Jesus for being born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023428040458141735-4605470536561235284?l=thebookofesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/feeds/4605470536561235284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023428040458141735&amp;postID=4605470536561235284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/4605470536561235284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/4605470536561235284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/2006/12/time-to-relax.html' title='Time to relax'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922481033244277582</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-2023428040458141735.post-4591953354536828786</id><published>2006-12-22T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T08:26:43.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days of Christmas according to Esther... sing with me!</title><content type='html'>On the 12th day of Christmas I truly hope to see:&lt;br /&gt;12 Baby Eisteins&lt;br /&gt;11 Books for reading&lt;br /&gt;10 Shiny stickers&lt;br /&gt;9  Brand new outfits&lt;br /&gt;8 Aunts and uncles&lt;br /&gt;7 Grand and Greatgrands (Grandparents and great-grandparents)&lt;br /&gt;6 Hours worth of playing&lt;br /&gt;5 Golden Rings (I might be young, but still love a little bling bling)&lt;br /&gt;4 Cousins chasing&lt;br /&gt;3 Months left till new baby&lt;br /&gt;2 Pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;and ONE LITTLE WHITE LAB PUPPY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023428040458141735-4591953354536828786?l=thebookofesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/feeds/4591953354536828786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023428040458141735&amp;postID=4591953354536828786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/4591953354536828786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/4591953354536828786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/2006/12/12-days-of-christmas-according-to.html' title='12 Days of Christmas according to Esther... sing with me!'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922481033244277582</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-2023428040458141735.post-5488470879906085836</id><published>2006-12-21T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T14:35:59.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Days till Santa....</title><content type='html'>Ohhhhh weeeeeeeee, I can't believe it!  Only four days till Christmas.  I hope that dada gets me a puppy.  I want a white lab that I can play with and teach it to duck hunt and play ball.  I can't wait.  Unfortunately, I think that mommy wants me to be potty trained before we have to train a puppy too.  Dada says that Summit was a good dog, and he wants me to have one.  So if i don't get a dog I hope that I get some books and a wagon.  Maybe even the Curious George movie.  I am looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023428040458141735-5488470879906085836?l=thebookofesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/feeds/5488470879906085836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023428040458141735&amp;postID=5488470879906085836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/5488470879906085836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/5488470879906085836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/2006/12/4-days-till-santa.html' title='4 Days till Santa....'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922481033244277582</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-2023428040458141735.post-8449558660239514891</id><published>2006-12-21T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T09:58:35.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my life..</title><content type='html'>Well seeing as though I don't have a very big vocabulary, I have enlisted the help of mommy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;dada&lt;/span&gt; to help me through these postings.  To get started, I woke up this morning and after I had my breakfast mommy put me down for my nap.  I wasn't very tired, but figured that I had seen Curious George enough over the past 24 hours that I could get away for a little while and collect my thoughts.  The weather was cool outside, so the heater was coming on to keep my room a balmy 72 degrees.  Man was I getting hot.  So I figured it was my socks that were making my core body temp a little warmer than I would have liked.  So I decided that I would let my feet breathe.  It was nice for a little while, but still I was too warm.  The next logical thing was my pants.  That too helped, but didn't cure my heat.  I called a couple times, but mommy was still on the phone, talking about Christmas and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recipes and all sorts of other things.  Then I determined that it was the diaper that was keeping me warm.  So i took it off.  What a relief!  Finally I was comfortable, and getting settled for a nice long nap.  All of a sudden I hear mommy walking down the hall, before I know it I was back in the diaper and a onesie.  I can't work those snaps.  Well anyway my nap was ruined and now I have to go with mom to get the tire fixed on the car.  I hope she at least takes me somewhere good for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023428040458141735-8449558660239514891?l=thebookofesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/feeds/8449558660239514891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2023428040458141735&amp;postID=8449558660239514891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/8449558660239514891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023428040458141735/posts/default/8449558660239514891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebookofesther.blogspot.com/2006/12/welcome-to-my-life.html' title='Welcome to my life..'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922481033244277582</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></feed>
