<?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-7292773938957379372</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:17:06.245-07:00</updated><category term='Work'/><title type='text'>Lyndsey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndseyfalb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7292773938957379372/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndseyfalb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lyndsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09033441993630883621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yjBKjvXimc/SV63nIMr94I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XkbtROFh4s0/S220/DSC_0348.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-7292773938957379372.post-264167788606953588</id><published>2009-01-02T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:48:51.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I worked while my family and &lt;/span&gt;Mircea&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; got to enjoy the day off at the horse races.  Unfortunately it's a really foggy and dreary day, but at least they had the day off.  I nannied today, it was a very very busy day.  I didn't stop.  I usually don't, those of you who have kids know exactly what I mean.  They keep you on your toes.  I watch a 5 1/2 year old as well as a 9 month old.  It's tough.   I always have some crazy story or thing happen.  Like Tuesday, I was on my way to the park, the baby was &lt;/span&gt;seat belted&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; tightly into her car seat and as always I went around to the other side of the car to &lt;/span&gt;seat belt&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; the 5 1/2year old in.   The car door was open and out of the corner of my eye I saw Zoe (5 1/2yrs) was holding something rather big between her thumb and index finger, I got a closer look and realized it was the &lt;/span&gt;nastiest&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; booger I had ever seen so I promptly told her, "Zoe, that is disgusting you need to throw that out of this car at once".  Of course she thought this was the funniest thing and started laughing and laughing.  All I could think was please do not let this booger land anywhere in my car.  This thing is sick.  So while laughing she &lt;/span&gt;proceeds&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; to flick this &lt;/span&gt;monstrous&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; booger out of my car "fling" there it went, it stuck right on the inside of my door &lt;/span&gt;panel&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  I couldn't believe it.  So again, Zoe laughing even harder, I told her,  "this is so nasty please flick that off my car into the dirt".  So she did "flick" and into the dirt it went.  Finally, we were able to make our way to the park after a two attempts at flicking 5 1/2 year old boogers.  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