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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.9.2 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Fri, 12 Mar 2010 05:53:47 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>Qoutable Quotes</title><subtitle>Qoutable Quotes</subtitle><id>http://www.adventuresinboyhood.net/quotable-quotes/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://www.adventuresinboyhood.net/quotable-quotes/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.adventuresinboyhood.net/quotable-quotes/atom.xml"/><updated>2009-08-24T20:36:51Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.9.2 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>"...because I don't want to drink that!"</title><id>http://www.adventuresinboyhood.net/quotable-quotes/2009/8/24/because-i-dont-want-to-drink-that.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.adventuresinboyhood.net/quotable-quotes/2009/8/24/because-i-dont-want-to-drink-that.html"/><author><name>Ang</name></author><published>2009-08-24T20:25:52Z</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:25:52Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>This is what I heard from the other side of the lavatory door at Wil's recent doctor's visit.&nbsp; While Daddy was helping Wil to give his urine sample he began crying.&nbsp; John asked him what all the fuss was about&mdash;after all this was the easy part.&nbsp; Wil looked at the cup and then up at John then exclaimed, "I'm crying because I don't want to drink that!"&nbsp; As per Wil's overly literal interpretation of most situations: cups are for drinking!</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>"I don't like to tell you this, but..."</title><id>http://www.adventuresinboyhood.net/quotable-quotes/2009/6/28/i-dont-like-to-tell-you-this-but.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.adventuresinboyhood.net/quotable-quotes/2009/6/28/i-dont-like-to-tell-you-this-but.html"/><author><name>Ang</name></author><published>2009-06-29T00:19:34Z</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:19:34Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>This is how the boys deliver bad news these days. &nbsp;I don't know if it's intentional, but as far as I'm concerned it softens the blow, <em>regardless of what follows</em>. &nbsp;</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>"Look! A limbo!"</title><id>http://www.adventuresinboyhood.net/quotable-quotes/2009/6/28/look-a-limbo.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.adventuresinboyhood.net/quotable-quotes/2009/6/28/look-a-limbo.html"/><author><name>Ang</name></author><published>2009-06-29T00:08:55Z</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:08:55Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>As we were driving home from our visit to the Intrepid today we passed several limousines. &nbsp;Every time we saw another Wil would shout, "Look! A limbo!" &nbsp;Although I generally make an effort to gently correct their misspeak, I didn't have the heart to point this one out. With their vocabulary growing every day, these little word mix-ups rarely happen anymore and serve as a welcome reminder of their sweet innocence.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>"Good-bye! See you later!"</title><id>http://www.adventuresinboyhood.net/quotable-quotes/2009/3/2/good-bye-see-you-later.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.adventuresinboyhood.net/quotable-quotes/2009/3/2/good-bye-see-you-later.html"/><author><name>Ang</name></author><published>2009-03-02T18:56:33Z</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:56:33Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>If you've ever been lucky enough to be on the receiving end of Wil's good-bye ritual, you've undoubtedly heard these words ... in exactly this order.&nbsp; In fact, you know that he is meticulous in how he doles out his now famous good-bye.&nbsp; He never changes the order or skips a step .. never!&nbsp; It goes like this: kiss, hug, high-five, pound, air kiss, blow, "good-bye" and "see you later."&nbsp; It's enough to melt your heart!</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>"Know how much I love you?"</title><id>http://www.adventuresinboyhood.net/quotable-quotes/2009/3/2/know-how-much-i-love-you.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.adventuresinboyhood.net/quotable-quotes/2009/3/2/know-how-much-i-love-you.html"/><author><name>Ang</name></author><published>2009-03-02T15:11:58Z</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:11:58Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Of the numerous questions my boys pose every day this is the one I never get tired of being asked.  "How much?", I inquire as I await one of their many expressions of love.  Some of my favorites are: as big as a shark's body; as long as our road; taller than Daddy; higher than the moon or wider than the gallaxy.  "That's a lot of love!" I always say.  They'll realize some day that nothing can quantify unconditional love, but for now I deeply (deeper than the ocean) appreciate their effort and creativity.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>"I am so JEALOUS that this car won't work!"</title><id>http://www.adventuresinboyhood.net/quotable-quotes/2008/12/29/i-am-so-jealous-that-this-car-wont-work.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.adventuresinboyhood.net/quotable-quotes/2008/12/29/i-am-so-jealous-that-this-car-wont-work.html"/><author><name>Ang</name></author><published>2008-12-29T04:02:28Z</published><updated>2008-12-29T04:02:28Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Somewhere along the line Ty got the word "frustrated" mixed up with the word "jealous." So, for a brief while whenever he'd get mad about a toy malfunction or an early bedtime, instead of frustration, we'd get jealous. Very funny in the heat of the moment!</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>"Can you fix my heart? It's broken from missing you."</title><id>http://www.adventuresinboyhood.net/quotable-quotes/2008/7/14/can-you-fix-my-heart-its-broken-from-missing-you.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.adventuresinboyhood.net/quotable-quotes/2008/7/14/can-you-fix-my-heart-its-broken-from-missing-you.html"/><author><name>Ang</name></author><published>2008-07-14T15:38:55Z</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:38:55Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span>With Ty's shirt pulled up to reveal his heart, he spoke these sweet little words to me after I returned home from my annual girl's trip to Newport, Rhode Island.&nbsp; To be loved so deeply by a heart so true, is a blessing like none other.</span><br></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>"Mom, dogs don't talk."</title><id>http://www.adventuresinboyhood.net/quotable-quotes/2008/6/10/mom-dogs-dont-talk.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.adventuresinboyhood.net/quotable-quotes/2008/6/10/mom-dogs-dont-talk.html"/><author><name>Ang</name></author><published>2008-06-10T02:36:37Z</published><updated>2008-06-10T02:36:37Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Wil is an incredibly literal child.&nbsp; In his gentle way he reminds us daily of the inaccuracies of our figurative speech.&nbsp; Like today, when I asked Wil to ask Jake if he wanted to go outside.&nbsp; He reminded me, that Jake couldn't answer him even if he asked.&nbsp; Wil also makes it a point to tell us when we've used the wrong label for something...cup instead of glass, blanket instead of bedspread, marker instead of pen and so on.&nbsp; I guess this could all get annoying someday, but for now it's cute and he keeps us on our toes...I mean feet!<br /></p>
]]></content></entry><entry><title>"School didn't make me smart, I was just born that way."</title><id>http://www.adventuresinboyhood.net/quotable-quotes/2008/6/10/school-didnt-make-me-smart-i-was-just-born-that-way.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.adventuresinboyhood.net/quotable-quotes/2008/6/10/school-didnt-make-me-smart-i-was-just-born-that-way.html"/><author><name>Ang</name></author><published>2008-06-10T02:29:51Z</published><updated>2008-06-10T02:29:51Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>This was Ty's response after I finished praising him for a new song he had learned at school.&nbsp; Since getting him off to school can sometimes be a challenge, I like to remind him of how much he learns while there and how much he enjoys it despite the fuss he puts up before walking through the front door.&nbsp; Since we have at least 18 or so years left of the school experience, I can't tell him just yet that he's probably right: he was born that way.<br /></p>
]]></content></entry><entry><title>"Mom, this is going to FREAK your mind out!"</title><id>http://www.adventuresinboyhood.net/quotable-quotes/2008/5/21/mom-this-is-going-to-freak-your-mind-out.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.adventuresinboyhood.net/quotable-quotes/2008/5/21/mom-this-is-going-to-freak-your-mind-out.html"/><author><name>Ang</name></author><published>2008-05-21T00:22:13Z</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:22:13Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Whenever Ty runs into a room exclaiming this phrase, it means he has something very important for us to see.  Today he ran into the bedroom and led me by the hand, down the hallway (with my eyes closed) to the living room to see his and Wil's latest creation: a tower consisting of every pillow and cushion we own piled on top of one another!  It must of stood 5 feet tall—impressive considering that Ty and Wil are no taller than 3 feet each!  I don't even want to know how that last cushion was placed!</p>
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