<?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-1260853765996803033</id><updated>2011-08-17T13:19:32.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutty Mommy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutiemommy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260853765996803033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutiemommy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mind Your P&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; Q&amp;#39;s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775299778944529419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Es05JEeCSI/S2M7-8f3uYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/L6zjcVsMX-0/S220/51B216VPP6L__SS400_+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260853765996803033.post-7991454105994389501</id><published>2009-05-14T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:17:27.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>60 millisecond  = Baby Disaster</title><content type='html'>Hi, I am the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NuttyMommy&lt;/span&gt;. Today has been one of those that I bow down to the Demand Button on my TV remote. I don't believe in anyway that TV should be a sub for a parent but when your son has been clinging to your leg, destroying your garden, killed your husbands bean plant, and etc. I swear you give a toddler a second just 60 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;millisecond&lt;/span&gt; and things you never ever thought was impossible for them to kill, destroy, make into art, is so possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my son out, while I planted some flowers, and I gave him the watering bucket. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;, thank god it's warm outside, he poured it out on the ground, which was fine with me, no problem. Than he decided he was going to water the plants and there went two or three petunias. Of course his shoes are dirty and he wants back inside, so in he goes and there goes the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vacuuming&lt;/span&gt; I did today. No problem, it can be cleaned, (praying to the ceiling.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than its diaper changing time. I don't know who thought that a 1 1/2 year isn't strong, because it's a sport to get that kid to lay down and keep down while getting his diaper changed. Sometimes I end up doing one leg over each arm, while my hands are doing the changing. He has just recently got what it means to have a diaper change, so when I say I need to change your diaper, its off he goes trying to get away from Mommy. AH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after doing some planting and he wanted back instead it was time for Martha Speak and Arthur. Yes, my son perfers those shows instead of Baby Einstein, TummyBubbles (oh I mean teleatubbies, however it's spelt.) So thank god I had 30 minutes of peace and no screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the hubby should be home soon, which means I get some mommy time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1260853765996803033-7991454105994389501?l=nutiemommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutiemommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7991454105994389501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nutiemommy.blogspot.com/2009/05/60-millisecond-baby-disaster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260853765996803033/posts/default/7991454105994389501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1260853765996803033/posts/default/7991454105994389501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutiemommy.blogspot.com/2009/05/60-millisecond-baby-disaster.html' title='60 millisecond  = Baby Disaster'/><author><name>Mind Your P&amp;#39;s &amp;amp; Q&amp;#39;s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00775299778944529419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Es05JEeCSI/S2M7-8f3uYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/L6zjcVsMX-0/S220/51B216VPP6L__SS400_+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
