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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466462080165542405.post-5246401012945313510</id><published>2011-02-06T07:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T07:22:05.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Winter Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/TU6Mzy5VgWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/S2jrj1m5S1A/s1600/P1010025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;and a Silver Medal in the Slalom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466462080165542405-5246401012945313510?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/5246401012945313510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=5246401012945313510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/5246401012945313510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/5246401012945313510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2011/02/2011-winter-games.html' title='2011 Winter Games'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/TU6Mzy5VgWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/S2jrj1m5S1A/s72-c/P1010025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466462080165542405.post-5472421768972715021</id><published>2010-07-23T19:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T19:48:25.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Lately, AJ is all about recipes. &amp;nbsp;Just about any food that's put in front of him prompts the usual questions of, "How'd you make that?" and, "What secret ingredient?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;We were at a restaurant, and there was an advertisement on the table for apple pie. &amp;nbsp;I asked him how to make that and he launched into a dissertation about sugar and bowls and stirring. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;I asked him what the secret ingredient is in apple pies. &amp;nbsp;He very seriously replied, "Apple Trees." &amp;nbsp;Huh. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;I asked how you cook it. &amp;nbsp;According to his recipe, it's baked in an "oven" at "One Hundred&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frisbees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;". &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466462080165542405-5472421768972715021?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/5472421768972715021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=5472421768972715021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/5472421768972715021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/5472421768972715021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2010/07/lately-aj-is-all-about-recipes.html' title=''/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-260500463891050085</id><published>2010-05-20T20:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:41:32.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mechanics</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;AJ and I were out running some errands today. &amp;nbsp;Upon exiting from the store, we got in the car and when I turned the key....nothing. &amp;nbsp;Not a click, not a buzz...zilch. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*&amp;amp;^@!$#!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;AJ has an immediate solution. &amp;nbsp;"Car broken. &amp;nbsp;New one. &amp;nbsp;Store."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Uh...yeah, buddy...let's just walk on over to Walmart and pick one up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So...since the thing is nothing but a big paperweight at this juncture, &amp;nbsp;I decide I can't break it any worse and open the hood to explore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I ponder aloud what might be wrong. &amp;nbsp;He offers, "No power. &amp;nbsp;Lightning storm."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Since there's not a cloud in the sky, I highly doubt the car was struck by lightning while we were in the store. &amp;nbsp;But, the young man makes a good general point....s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ince not even the clock is working, it's gotta be electrical. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The only part of the electrical system I know I can get to (or even identify) is the battery. &amp;nbsp;Checking that, sure enough...a loose cable. &amp;nbsp;I have AJ help me get some tools out of the trunk and he looks on as I tighten it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I turn the key and...Tah-Dah! &amp;nbsp;Starts right up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He's grinning and obviously very impressed with what we've done. &amp;nbsp;He proudly proclaims, "Mom. &amp;nbsp;We're a GENIUS."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Indeed we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466462080165542405-260500463891050085?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/260500463891050085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=260500463891050085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/260500463891050085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/260500463891050085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2010/05/mechanics.html' title='Mechanics'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-1878232072184937431</id><published>2010-05-13T20:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:42:48.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lots of great things AJ has learned over the past few years seem to all be coming together functionally for him this school year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Whenever we do any kind of written homework together, I always tell him to write his name on it when he's finished. &amp;nbsp;Apparently giving credit where credit is due, since I help him, he seems to feel obligated to write my name on it, too. &amp;nbsp;He's learned to spell "Mom" on his own, a wonderful accomplishment. &amp;nbsp;But it always seems that the "o" in my name is a little shaky. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tonight I realized that it's because he always spells it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;M&lt;img goomoji="B0C" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/e/B0C" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.2ex; margin-right: 0.2ex; margin-top: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;m.&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/466462080165542405-1878232072184937431?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1878232072184937431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=1878232072184937431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/1878232072184937431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/1878232072184937431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2010/05/lots-of-great-things-aj-has-learned.html' title=''/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-839841462779628875</id><published>2010-04-02T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T13:22:41.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Shave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AJ and Grandpa went shopping for a new razor today and Grandpa taught him how to shave.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/S7YnE7dlOJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/yH7bgHMBLiA/s1600/P1010049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/S7YnE7dlOJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/yH7bgHMBLiA/s320/P1010049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He seemed to get the hang of it and is looking handsome!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/S7YnVUGRQPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UCDVKvEfV1Y/s1600/P1010048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/S7YnVUGRQPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UCDVKvEfV1Y/s320/P1010048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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/466462080165542405-839841462779628875?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/839841462779628875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=839841462779628875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/839841462779628875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/839841462779628875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-shave.html' title='First Shave'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/S7YnE7dlOJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/yH7bgHMBLiA/s72-c/P1010049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466462080165542405.post-51054954110101564</id><published>2010-02-09T06:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T06:23:02.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Champion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A.J. started downhill skiing this winter. &amp;nbsp;It's been frustrating for him, but he's stuck with it. He started the season unable to make all the way down the hill without falling...even when he had two coaches propping him up on either side. &amp;nbsp;By the end of the season, he was able to make it all the way down without any assistance at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The course at the State Winter Games was much more difficult than he had seen at the Area Games. &amp;nbsp;He practiced and practiced, but making those gates was a real challenge. &amp;nbsp;During his competition run, he fell about halfway down losing his poles and a ski. &amp;nbsp;He was determined to finish. &amp;nbsp;He struggled and struggled, but finally retrieved his poles and got his ski back on. &amp;nbsp;He started down the hill again. &amp;nbsp;A few yards from the finish line he had another wipe out, this time losing both skis. &amp;nbsp;He wasn't going to give up. &amp;nbsp;It took him several minutes, but he finally got those skis back on and crossed the line. &amp;nbsp;I met him at the bottom. &amp;nbsp;He was clearly frustrated and had tears in his eyes (he never cries). &amp;nbsp;But he wasn't giving up. &amp;nbsp;He headed straight back up the hill, telling me, "I not cheat! &amp;nbsp;I try again!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't think I've ever been as proud of him as I was at that moment.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/S3FD-cEi8vI/AAAAAAAAAH4/u98HN69F9UE/s1600-h/On+Skis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/S3FD-cEi8vI/AAAAAAAAAH4/u98HN69F9UE/s320/On+Skis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to Coach Mike&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/S3FEynTMWtI/AAAAAAAAAIA/1rjaCi9m7b0/s1600-h/Award.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/S3FEynTMWtI/AAAAAAAAAIA/1rjaCi9m7b0/s320/Award.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Getting his Award Ribbon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/S3FFF0wbAjI/AAAAAAAAAII/db5vipnaoyc/s1600-h/Dance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/S3FFF0wbAjI/AAAAAAAAAII/db5vipnaoyc/s320/Dance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Having a blast with Bailey at the Dance!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/S3FFRGktunI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8f1dztgivUo/s1600-h/OpCer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/S3FFRGktunI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8f1dztgivUo/s320/OpCer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Looking Cool in the Team Jersey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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/466462080165542405-51054954110101564?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/51054954110101564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=51054954110101564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/51054954110101564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/51054954110101564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2010/02/champion.html' title='Champion'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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/_hF9Q77NBEYI/S3FD-cEi8vI/AAAAAAAAAH4/u98HN69F9UE/s72-c/On+Skis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466462080165542405.post-8634750022753768618</id><published>2010-01-25T20:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:28:24.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlfriend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;At Basketball practice tonight, 15 yr. old Savannah (who also has Down Syndrome) confessed to me that she thinks AJ is "cute" and that her Mom teases her about him. &amp;nbsp;Savannah's mom had shared with me a few weeks ago that Savannah has had a crush on him for some time. &amp;nbsp;This girl is absolutely adorable.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On the way home from Basketball I told AJ, "Savannah told me she thinks you're a cutie." &amp;nbsp;His mouth fell open. &amp;nbsp;I told him, "She likes you."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He's now grinning from ear to ear. &amp;nbsp;Absolutely beaming, he tells me, "That's &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;cool!" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He thinks for a few seconds and then asks, "Can I talk to her?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I told him that....yeah...that would be a good start and that I'd point her out to him at Swim practice on Saturday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He looks out the window, pondering the situation some more and I hear him say to himself, "Huh. &amp;nbsp;Girlfriend."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh, boy...let fun begin...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466462080165542405-8634750022753768618?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/8634750022753768618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=8634750022753768618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/8634750022753768618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/8634750022753768618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2010/01/girlfriend.html' title='Girlfriend?'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-6701285462025335412</id><published>2009-11-03T19:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:59:10.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AJ was in the hospital with H1N1 and pneumonia and hasn't been to school in 10 days.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, despite the scare he gave everyone, he's recovering nicely.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I told him last night that he was going back to school for part of the day today, he was thrilled and immediately told me they were having a party for him. I asked what kind of a party and he told me, "Donuts". &amp;nbsp;(?!) &amp;nbsp;As I highly doubted that his teacher was in any way prepared for the party he had planned for himself, we had to stop and buy donuts and cider on the way in to school this morning.&amp;nbsp; He couldn't have been more pleased.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;I think he knows what a lot of us tend to forget.&amp;nbsp; Celebrating the fact that you are alive and planning a party for yourself because of it is simply the right thing to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466462080165542405-6701285462025335412?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/6701285462025335412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=6701285462025335412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/6701285462025335412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/6701285462025335412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2009/11/hes-back.html' title='He&apos;s Back!'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-2057493390965499657</id><published>2009-10-18T11:05:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T05:33:29.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AJ played in his first Special Olympic State Soccer Tournament this weekend. He had a great time and did really well! Here's a few pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/StsvoIEGkiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_VUhMZ96sjk/s1600-h/edit.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393957345112265250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/StsvoIEGkiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_VUhMZ96sjk/s320/edit.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 247px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/StsvolmJwCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WDespSFpFQM/s1600-h/P1010063.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393957353039708194" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/StsvolmJwCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WDespSFpFQM/s320/P1010063.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Stswg119bkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/nGkb1POiWJo/s1600-h/P1010072.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393958319473651266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Stswg119bkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/nGkb1POiWJo/s320/P1010072.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And some video (He's the one in yellow that starts out with the ball):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3YgqE_Xpkzc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3YgqE_Xpkzc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nPXqy-ZyIU0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nPXqy-ZyIU0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-2057493390965499657?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/2057493390965499657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=2057493390965499657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/2057493390965499657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/2057493390965499657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2009/10/soccer-star.html' title='Soccer Star'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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/_hF9Q77NBEYI/StsvoIEGkiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_VUhMZ96sjk/s72-c/edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466462080165542405.post-5681019988814233757</id><published>2009-09-17T19:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:47:54.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Solar System</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For years now, when asked what he did in school, AJ usually replies with a rather vague "Nothing" or "Lunch". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not one to give up, when he got off the bus today, I asked him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, as I do every day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;what he did at school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an enthusiastic, "Planets.  Pluto and Saturn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed.  And, indeed the lesson plans sent home from school all week have said that they are learning about the solar system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while we were out for a bike ride, I was asking him to name the planets for me.  He again named Pluto and Saturn.  I asked him to name another planet.  He thought, and then told me "Moon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept pushing, asking for him to name one more planet.  He thought for a long, long time and then excitedly exclaimed, "I know!  Animal Planet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-5681019988814233757?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/5681019988814233757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=5681019988814233757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/5681019988814233757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/5681019988814233757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2009/09/solar-system.html' title='Solar System'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-1041655242676371151</id><published>2009-09-07T18:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:11:30.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fossils</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;AJ is really interested in dinosaurs right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;We've been out roaming in the woods behind the house the last two afternoons, looking for treasures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; Today, much to his delight, AJ found a good portion of a DINOSAUR skeleton including the teeth and head.  It appears to be a Deerosaurus, that were known to roam these woods during the Triassic and Jurassic periods.  He loaded it all up in a grocery bag and hauled it back to the house.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; He wants me to put it back together...like the "museum".  Near as I can figure, it's one of those half-spined, no-necked, one-legged Deerosauruses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; We're definitely gonna need Grandpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466462080165542405-1041655242676371151?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1041655242676371151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=1041655242676371151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/1041655242676371151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/1041655242676371151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2009/09/fossils.html' title='Fossils'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-2741109171674675370</id><published>2009-08-15T05:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:33:19.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Despite my best efforts, AJ continues to refer to a "Skunk" as a "Stunk"...which really makes a lot more sense if you think about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, as we're driving home, we pass a "stunk" that has been hit by a car.  This of course leads to animated comments from AJ about how terrible it smells, how disgusting it is, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He asks, "What a Stunk?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I reply, "What do you think a skunk is?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He ponders and replies, "Cat with smelly medicine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466462080165542405-2741109171674675370?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/2741109171674675370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=2741109171674675370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/2741109171674675370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/2741109171674675370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-it.html' title='What Is It?'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-4830564737001915861</id><published>2009-08-05T06:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T06:31:58.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Halloween Yet....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I woke up one morning to the promise of a hot and humid Michigan day.  I decided to wear that jumper that hadn't been pulled out of my closet in quite some time.  Keep in mind, the dress code at work is pretty casual and I very rarely wear a dress.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came down the hall, AJ looked me over, patted me on the head and commented seriously, "I like your costume." &lt;br /&gt;&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/466462080165542405-4830564737001915861?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/4830564737001915861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=4830564737001915861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/4830564737001915861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/4830564737001915861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-not-halloween-yet.html' title='It&apos;s Not Halloween Yet....'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-240522357180946559</id><published>2009-05-01T16:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:00:17.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interpretation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AJ often substitutes words and language he knows for lyrics of songs...it makes me giggle to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But today...I had to laugh out loud....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right now, he's stuck on the soundtrack from Jesus Christ Superstar.  He was singing at the top of his lungs in the car on the way home from school.  I was very amused to find out that, according to AJ's lyrics, Jesus was "King of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to think....all along I was lead to believe Jesus was Jewish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/466462080165542405-240522357180946559?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/240522357180946559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=240522357180946559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/240522357180946559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/240522357180946559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2009/05/interpretation.html' title='Interpretation'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-5687497871368618753</id><published>2009-04-17T07:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:19:02.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrinking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;AJ's on a huge growth spurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This morning, he snagged me in the hall and gave me a hug.  Suddenly, he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me away to arms length.  He put his hand on my head then over his head, measuring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grinning, he announced, "You're shorter again!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466462080165542405-5687497871368618753?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/5687497871368618753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=5687497871368618753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/5687497871368618753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/5687497871368618753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2009/04/shrinking.html' title='Shrinking?'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-131161587562137141</id><published>2009-03-26T06:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:22:59.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Names</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;AJ has never quite caught on to the Mister and Misses thing.  Despite everyone's best efforts, he simply calls all of his teacher by their last names.  Sometimes, however, he just can't quite remember the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;last name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;AJ's regular ed teacher caught me in the parking lot the other day.  Her name is Mrs. VanHoe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;With a smile, she was remarking how it makes her laugh every time he addresses her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;He simply calls her Ho'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I told her that I was sure he means it affectionately!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466462080165542405-131161587562137141?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/131161587562137141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=131161587562137141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/131161587562137141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/131161587562137141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2009/03/pet-names.html' title='Pet Names'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-2403562341115410187</id><published>2009-02-16T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:21:11.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you believe it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/SZn0j6mYqYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ne_OcIgPF6g/s1600-h/Edit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/SZn0j6mYqYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ne_OcIgPF6g/s320/Edit2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303538934068324738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/SZn0jnRPUHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ku0cwTgeFu8/s1600-h/Edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/SZn0jnRPUHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ku0cwTgeFu8/s320/Edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303538928879358066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TWELVE&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-2403562341115410187?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/2403562341115410187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=2403562341115410187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/2403562341115410187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/2403562341115410187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-you-believe-it.html' title='Can you believe it?'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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/_hF9Q77NBEYI/SZn0j6mYqYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ne_OcIgPF6g/s72-c/Edit2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466462080165542405.post-3346455302860843318</id><published>2009-01-28T20:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:41:44.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Said"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AJ and I were doing his reading homework.  He buzzed through reading the assigned 'Max' worksheet three times with lightning speed with the exception of stumbling over the word "said" each of the three times it appeared on the sheet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; When he was done, I told him that I had a test:  "Find said."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; He pointed twice at what seemed to be random.  I thought maybe he didn't understand what I was asking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I repeated "Find said."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Again, he pointed twice at what seemed to be random.  I was puzzled at why he was so confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I told him a third time, "Find said."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; He pointed twice and it hit me that he WASN'T pointing at random...he was pointing at the quotation marks!&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/466462080165542405-3346455302860843318?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/3346455302860843318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=3346455302860843318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/3346455302860843318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/3346455302860843318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2009/01/said.html' title='&quot;Said&quot;'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-6740263263826269544</id><published>2009-01-27T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:25:51.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Persuasion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was tucking AJ into bed the other night.  As I lean over to give him a kiss, he lets loose the biggest, loudest fart you've ever heard....and proceeds to giggle hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being a boy, I don't find it nearly as amusing as he does, immediately back away, say a distant goodnight from the doorway and make a quick exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He desperately tries to persuade me to come back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ:  "Mom.  Hug"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  "No way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ:  "Mom...c'mere.  Kiss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  "Nope.  Go to sleep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AJ:  "Mom.  No more stink."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  "Yes it does.  Goodnight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ:  "Mom.  Hug.  Please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Nope!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AJ:  "Kiss!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  "No way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ:  "Mommmm......be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friendly&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-6740263263826269544?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/6740263263826269544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=6740263263826269544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/6740263263826269544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/6740263263826269544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2009/01/persuasion.html' title='Persuasion'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-4102981522410890368</id><published>2008-12-17T05:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T05:07:14.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AJ needed his eyes checked.  I suggested to the doctor that he use letters rather than pictures since he has become quite proficient in identifying them over the last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ was a willing participant, with the small exception that he took his eye exam "phonetically".  Rather than saying the name of the letter that was being shown, he said the sound the letter makes and gave an example of a word that begins with that letter.  The doctor said he'd never had it done quite that way before!&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/466462080165542405-4102981522410890368?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/4102981522410890368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=4102981522410890368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/4102981522410890368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/4102981522410890368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2008/12/eye-exam.html' title='Eye Exam'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-3807865621206264459</id><published>2008-10-12T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T10:20:46.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Costume</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Since we turned the calendar page to October, AJ has been agonizing over what he wants to be for Halloween.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;We went to the costume shop yesterday.  He scrutinized costume after costume...Pirates, superheroes, doctors, ninjas, rock stars...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Finally, something caught his eye and he told me breathlessly, "HERE IT IS!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I was rather surprised by his choice and asked him, what is it?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Immediate reply "Pharaoh.  Joseph Coat!"  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;So...here he is.  The Pharaoh from the musical "Joseph and the Technicolor Dream Coat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/SPIHetolalI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TeyqHlkrOX8/s1600-h/Pharoh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/SPIHetolalI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TeyqHlkrOX8/s400/Pharoh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256271939322079826" 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/466462080165542405-3807865621206264459?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/3807865621206264459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=3807865621206264459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/3807865621206264459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/3807865621206264459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-costume.html' title='Halloween Costume'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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/_hF9Q77NBEYI/SPIHetolalI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TeyqHlkrOX8/s72-c/Pharoh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466462080165542405.post-9222387479765044710</id><published>2008-09-26T06:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:18:38.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I told AJ to go pick out clothes to wear to the Fair and get himself dressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;After a bit, he came down the hall in his nice khaki shorts and...the camouflage shirt Grandpa had given him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He struck a pose, hands on hips.  "How do I look?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I told him, "You look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;just&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; like your Grandpa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He shot me a grin that about split his face, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wowwww&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.....Thanks!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466462080165542405-9222387479765044710?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/9222387479765044710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=9222387479765044710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/9222387479765044710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/9222387479765044710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-like.html' title='Just like...'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-922387613405620429</id><published>2008-09-17T02:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T02:17:33.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Q"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We went for a walk last night and were playing our usual game of, "Give me a word that starts with _______"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ was doing great thinking of words that began with random letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Z...Zebra."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"S...Snake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A...Apple."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a word that starts with "Q".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Q...Cute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes more sense than "C", doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-922387613405620429?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/922387613405620429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=922387613405620429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/922387613405620429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/922387613405620429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2008/09/q.html' title='&quot;Q&quot;'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-3797268727485150805</id><published>2008-08-08T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T18:59:15.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were over at the neighbor's the other day swimming.  Mike and I were sitting at the table talking.  AJ came and sat down next to Mike to dry off.  As we continue to chat, Mike lit up a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ watched with interest as Mike inhaled and blew out smoke.  Mike kind of chuckled and asked AJ, "Are you going to smoke someday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat, AJ replied, "No.  I too careful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-3797268727485150805?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/3797268727485150805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=3797268727485150805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/3797268727485150805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/3797268727485150805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2008/08/smoking.html' title='Smoking'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-2467270792511576777</id><published>2008-07-19T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T11:55:46.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocabulary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;We were getting ready to go for a swim when, out of the blue AJ asked me, "Mom, What's 'warrior' mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was floored...a complete sentence (rare), a new word and a request for a definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to figure out whether or not what he was watching on TV with the sitter that day that prompted the new word was appropriate!  (Though I highly suspect it must be from Power Rangers.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466462080165542405-2467270792511576777?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/2467270792511576777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=2467270792511576777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/2467270792511576777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/2467270792511576777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2008/07/vocabulary.html' title='Vocabulary'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-7947261782055636327</id><published>2008-04-28T06:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T07:11:55.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AJ Meets the Power Rangers - Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A Dream Come True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-35d78c230d0115de" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D35d78c230d0115de%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330405936%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66DFE9808D4372383435FA684DBE8177A1F62B4.7A910B6D3772429D0FD26B69B0C16518797F24AA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D35d78c230d0115de%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1h8tbK4ST1vmUXvZHmKWk9t3q6s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D35d78c230d0115de%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330405936%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66DFE9808D4372383435FA684DBE8177A1F62B4.7A910B6D3772429D0FD26B69B0C16518797F24AA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D35d78c230d0115de%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1h8tbK4ST1vmUXvZHmKWk9t3q6s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466462080165542405-7947261782055636327?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=35d78c230d0115de&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/7947261782055636327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=7947261782055636327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/7947261782055636327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/7947261782055636327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2008/04/aj-meets-power-rangers.html' title='AJ Meets the Power Rangers - Video'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-1695242382081692219</id><published>2008-04-15T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:33.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/SAUuAZO-klI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vGNI3SlNznQ/s1600-h/Peter+Pan+%26+Co..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/SAUuAZO-klI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vGNI3SlNznQ/s400/Peter+Pan+%26+Co..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189604729922949714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;AJ's becoming quite the artist.  Here's a picture he brought home from school today that was drawn on the back of one of his worksheets.  He explained that it was Peter Pan and the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the great detail on "Wendy".  No...not the long hair.  Lower...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466462080165542405-1695242382081692219?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1695242382081692219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=1695242382081692219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/1695242382081692219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/1695242382081692219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2008/04/art-work.html' title='Art Work'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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/_hF9Q77NBEYI/SAUuAZO-klI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vGNI3SlNznQ/s72-c/Peter+Pan+%26+Co..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466462080165542405.post-5121581087624134896</id><published>2008-03-21T06:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:33.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Mario</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/R-OT_PrUu-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/MG6B77PjxAY/s1600-h/AJ+Mario+%233R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/R-OT_PrUu-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/MG6B77PjxAY/s320/AJ+Mario+%233R.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180146711155489762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/R-OT_frUu_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ngHKHn1mMjY/s1600-h/AJ+Mario+%234R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/R-OT_frUu_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ngHKHn1mMjY/s320/AJ+Mario+%234R.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180146715450457074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/R-OT_frUvAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-rjmk2TxFQ0/s1600-h/AJ+Mario+%235R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/R-OT_frUvAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-rjmk2TxFQ0/s320/AJ+Mario+%235R.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180146715450457090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Yesterday was 'fantasy character' day at school.  AJ went as Super Mario from his favorite video game.&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/466462080165542405-5121581087624134896?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/5121581087624134896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=5121581087624134896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/5121581087624134896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/5121581087624134896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2008/03/super-mario.html' title='Super Mario'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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/_hF9Q77NBEYI/R-OT_PrUu-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/MG6B77PjxAY/s72-c/AJ+Mario+%233R.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466462080165542405.post-132012482376552939</id><published>2008-02-16T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T10:16:28.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>George Washington</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;AJ has been spending more time in the regular ed classroom.  One of the things he has been participating in is social studies.  The regular ed teacher has done  well either adapting or finding something similar to what the other kids are doing.  She says that he really seems to enjoy being in there and that, when he's finished with his work, he always asks her to "show kids".  So, she lets him get up front and tell them what he's done.  She says the kids are great and clap and tell him what a great job he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;They were apparently doing reports about George Washington.  She had him work on some Kindergarten/1st grade worksheets about George Washington that had dot-to-dots, matching, fill in the blank, sentence writing, etc.  All very appropriate level-wise.  When he was finished, she stapled it together and he had his "report".  He was really proud of it and wanted to show it off to me and tell me about it when he brought it home.  Went something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Front page - Picture of George Washington.  His explanation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;"The man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Next page - Cherry trees.  His explanation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;"The man's trees.  Knock 'em down."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Next page - Dollar bill and a quarter.  His explanation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; "The man's money."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Next page - Picture of Mount Vernon.  His explanation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;"The man's hotel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Apparently, since it was really big, it couldn't have been the man's house! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;But, the fact is, he did seem to grasp some of the basics of George Washington.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466462080165542405-132012482376552939?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/132012482376552939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=132012482376552939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/132012482376552939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/132012482376552939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2008/02/george-washington.html' title='George Washington'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-28529685999783701</id><published>2008-02-11T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T07:47:59.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Instruments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I was recently spring cleaning the kitchen.  (Yes...I know it's a bit early, but I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;ready for spring.)  We collect old bottles...several small ones from the windowsill were down within AJ's reach.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I heard an interesting tune coming from my dining room.  I see that AJ's got a bottle in each hand, blowing a beat.  I told him it sounded pretty good.  He pointed to the top of my cupboards where there are probably well over 100 old bottles.  "Mommy, please down ALL instruments." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He talked me into climbing up there to get couple more big ones for low tones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466462080165542405-28529685999783701?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/28529685999783701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=28529685999783701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/28529685999783701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/28529685999783701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2008/02/musical-instruments.html' title='Musical Instruments'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-7878724815057438529</id><published>2008-01-29T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:09:39.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;There was a two hour school delay....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; I explained to AJ that there was a delay and that he was coming to the office to help me work 'cause Jody (co-worker) and I have a lot to do (we had both set aside the entire day to do file review on 138 files).  Keep in mind that AJ absolutely ADORES Jody and her big blue eyes.  He always makes a bee-line straight to her office to see if she's there...which works for me 'cause when I need to bring him to the office she watches him for me while I do what I need to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  I explain to him that Jody and I need him to help pull, stack and carry files.  (And he really was a good helper!)  He asked me, "AJ work?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  I told him, that he was going to have a job at the office and do some work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  "AJ money?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  WHAT???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  I asked if he thought he should get paid money to do the work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  "Yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  I asked how much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  "Ten dollars."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  (The offer was very firm, no room for negotiating.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  I asked him what he was going to do with the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  "Give Jody."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  She was delighted with the arrangement.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I was not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466462080165542405-7878724815057438529?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/7878724815057438529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=7878724815057438529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/7878724815057438529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/7878724815057438529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2008/01/there-was-two-hour-school-delay.html' title=''/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-4389869209084986084</id><published>2008-01-25T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:57:44.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Stick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AJ came out of the shower yesterday morning and asked me for a "Dirty Stick".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I didn't hear him correctly, "A what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dirty Stick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm clueless and need another hint.  "What do you do with a Dirty Stick?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Clean the ears.  Dirty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-4389869209084986084?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/4389869209084986084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=4389869209084986084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/4389869209084986084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/4389869209084986084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2008/01/dirty-stick.html' title='Dirty Stick'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-2201572430991873086</id><published>2007-12-18T20:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:34.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/R2h2tFo_o8I/AAAAAAAAADk/c69GB3pW-Xg/s1600-h/Christmas+Card2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/R2h2tFo_o8I/AAAAAAAAADk/c69GB3pW-Xg/s320/Christmas+Card2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145493091251102658" 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/466462080165542405-2201572430991873086?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/2201572430991873086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=2201572430991873086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/2201572430991873086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/2201572430991873086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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/_hF9Q77NBEYI/R2h2tFo_o8I/AAAAAAAAADk/c69GB3pW-Xg/s72-c/Christmas+Card2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466462080165542405.post-4887679121229502007</id><published>2007-12-10T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T17:14:13.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Foot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;School was closed today due to an ice storm.  After things melted off a bit, I decided to drag &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AJ&lt;/span&gt; out to do some Christmas shopping for his cousins and teachers.  (Okay.  I admit it, there was a bit of a bribe involving lunch at his favorite restaurant, Mongolian Buffet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I kept getting after him for walking slow (-er than usual) and, well...weird.  After about the tenth time I said something to him it occurred to me to check his shoes.  They certainly did seem a little tight...could account for how he was walking.  We popped into the nearest shoe store to get measured.  He limped in wearing a size three.   He skipped out wearing a size 4 1/2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of up-sides to having a kid that never complains about anything, but this isn't one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah...as a matter of fact I do feel like a real jerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466462080165542405-4887679121229502007?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/4887679121229502007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=4887679121229502007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/4887679121229502007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/4887679121229502007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/12/big-foot.html' title='Big Foot'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-8696399160000985664</id><published>2007-11-25T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:00:32.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho, Ho....Uh-Oh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AJ, in his spontaneous way, can sometimes unknowingly make things seem a bit better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We decorated the house for Christmas today.  Began with him helping me put up the tree...putting all the branches in the wrong places so it looked like a sculpted shrub until I got everything where it belonged.  Then, I got lots of 'help' putting on the lights, which amounted to untangling the stuff I had already untangled but he was trying to put on the tree while I was putting on the other end.  Finished that and repeated the process with his continued 'help' with the garland.  Hoping to distract him, I brought in the 20 gallon plastic container of decorations.  I immediately recognized this as a mistake as the tub was excitedly and promptly dumped upside down so he could look at everything that was in there all at once.  While trying to decorate the tree, he decided he was hungry, so the decorating process was interrupted to make some pizza.  While he was busy eating in front of a Christmas movie, I proceeded to decorate the tree as quickly as possible to avoid more 'help'.  He announced that he needed more juice.  In an effort to promote independence (and because I was still trying to untangle the garland he had assisted with), I asked him to get it himself.  He happily dashed to the kitchen, pulled out the gallon pitcher of lime-aid and immediately dropped onto the floor.  This catastrophe necessitated having to wash the sticky mess off the floor, including pulling out the refrigerator to get at the lime-aid that had made it's way under there.  All the towels it took to mop up the mess made for yet another load of laundry.  There was just enough juice left in the bottom of the pitcher to fill him a cup to drink.  We went back to the living room to continue decorating.  I kept working on the tree.  He busily pushed every button on every singing, noise-making Christmas toy bombarding me with Santas, snowmen and a host of other winter characters belting out a variety of Christmas carols.  Either he lost interest in that or all of the batteries in all of those toys died (I haven't checked yet...might not until New Year's).  Suddenly it was quiet...for a few seconds.  He turned on the Christmas piano, setting forth another barrage of Christmas melodies to which he made up his own words:  "Christmas...Mom is nuts. Lights.  Crazy mom.  Decorations.  Thank you, Mommy...Christmas tree.  Happy.  Merry Christmas.  Thank you Mom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Okay.  I'm a sucker...I'll decorate with him again next year.&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/466462080165542405-8696399160000985664?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/8696399160000985664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=8696399160000985664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/8696399160000985664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/8696399160000985664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/11/ho-houh-oh.html' title='Ho, Ho....Uh-Oh'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-5883697340274942801</id><published>2007-10-21T07:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T08:03:59.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abra Cadabra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was a bit early picking AJ up from school.  As I walked in, his aide spotted me from the office and pointed me toward his classroom.  The door to the classroom was ajar.  AJ's back was turned and so was his teacher's.  The kids were busy readying the classroom for the weekend, stacking chairs and the like, and no one really took notice of me.  I quickly crossed the room and sat in a chair in the corner, fairly out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chuckled as his teacher, who was obviously glad it was Friday, displayed extreme self control trying to get the kids (who were also obviously glad it was Friday), to finish their assigned tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ pushed stacked chairs in the opposite direction of which they should go.  Not that he didn't understand...he understood perfectly well that he was clowning and had the attention of the boy giggling next to him.  That finished, his teacher directed him to finish putting away the clean dishes on the sink.  He started toward the sink, she turned away and he began happily fiddling with the pencil sharpener.  After a bit, she turned back his way and he scurried toward the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming my way with a couple of clean dishes to be put away, he finally spotted me in the corner.  I told him, "I saw you goofing around with that pencil sharpener instead of doing your job." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked stunned and said with awe, "You're magic!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-5883697340274942801?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/5883697340274942801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=5883697340274942801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/5883697340274942801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/5883697340274942801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/10/abra-cadabra.html' title='Abra Cadabra'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-6060776799266407724</id><published>2007-09-25T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:52:39.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was in AJ's room, putting clean linen on the bed.  He comes in fresh from his shower and pulls out clothes to put on for bed.  A ratty old t-shirt of mine and a pair of incredibly baggy boxer shorts he snagged from Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He puts them on, then admires himself in the mirror.  He turns and asks me, "How do I look?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Comfortable."  I reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rolls his eyes at me, "No, Mom.  Perfect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really too bad about his low self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-6060776799266407724?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/6060776799266407724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=6060776799266407724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/6060776799266407724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/6060776799266407724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/09/looking-good.html' title='Looking Good'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-2515312313459482842</id><published>2007-09-12T06:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T06:12:22.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Must be a Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was tucking AJ into bed last night and sort of rubbing  his back.  He begins to relax and then tells me, "AJ itchy.  Use claws."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-2515312313459482842?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/2515312313459482842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=2515312313459482842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/2515312313459482842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/2515312313459482842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/09/mommy-must-be-monster.html' title='Mommy Must be a Monster'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-491046095388532881</id><published>2007-09-05T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:35.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Rt8N1C9nTtI/AAAAAAAAADc/LT51qTUnG0o/s1600-h/harmonica+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Rt8N1C9nTtI/AAAAAAAAADc/LT51qTUnG0o/s320/harmonica+shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106815707440959186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;AJ started school yesterday.  We really raised the bar as far as addressing targeted behaviors and, so far, so good...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, we finally got to the point where I dropped him at the curb and he walked into school by himself where his aide would wave at me that they had him.  He had some major changes this year...new classroom on the opposite end of the building, new locker, new door to line up at in the morning.  I took him up to school every day the week before school to practice finding the right door, finding his locker, learning how to open the locker, etc. and finding his classroom.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school.  I drop him at the curb...he goes right to the correct door.  Greets friends, hanging out.  After a few minutes, turns around to see I am still parked at the curb watching to make sure he's okay.  He's appalled.  Stomps his foot, points to the exit and hollers, "Go!  Got it!  FINE!"  So...I drive out of sight.  Park the car.  Enter the building on the opposite end, hide around the corner to watch.  He walked in nicely with his classmates, found his locker, got his folder out, hung his backpack, closed his locker quietly and went into the right classroom.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I need to "Go!"  He's "Got it!"  He's just "FINE!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Geesh, Mom...grow up.&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/466462080165542405-491046095388532881?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/491046095388532881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=491046095388532881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/491046095388532881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/491046095388532881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Rt8N1C9nTtI/AAAAAAAAADc/LT51qTUnG0o/s72-c/harmonica+shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466462080165542405.post-4455193584384920035</id><published>2007-08-25T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:35.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Shave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/RtBEtC9nTsI/AAAAAAAAADU/9tM7UYcRNO8/s1600-h/CLOSEUP.EYEBROW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 524px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/RtBEtC9nTsI/AAAAAAAAADU/9tM7UYcRNO8/s320/CLOSEUP.EYEBROW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102653918490873538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AJ came out of the bathroom and announced to Caleb, who's watching him this summer, that he had "Shave a mustache".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb said he saw hair on his face and shirt and couldn't quite figure out what was going on.  Upon closer inspection, indeed AJ had shaved...one eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Caleb was so worried I'd be mad...I found the whole thing rather funny.  What kid hasn't tried to cut his own hair...or whatever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did tell Caleb that, when it is time for AJ to learn to shave, we'd be calling him home from college and I expect that he will teach him to shave properly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-4455193584384920035?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/4455193584384920035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=4455193584384920035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/4455193584384920035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/4455193584384920035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-shave.html' title='First Shave'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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/_hF9Q77NBEYI/RtBEtC9nTsI/AAAAAAAAADU/9tM7UYcRNO8/s72-c/CLOSEUP.EYEBROW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466462080165542405.post-7792171849968947955</id><published>2007-08-10T06:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T06:25:08.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;We were walking into Dollar General the other day.  AJ held the door for me and then for the elderly lady behind us (Good boy!  I've been working on that since he was big enough not to have the door crush him.)  I thought he was behind me, but, glancing back, I see he is still holding the door and watching two teen girls walking across the parking lot.  He patiently waits and waits until the two girls get to the door he's holding.  He gets big thank-you's, and is quite obviously pleased with himself .  He trots up to me, grins and announces, "They gorgeous."&lt;br /&gt;&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/466462080165542405-7792171849968947955?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/7792171849968947955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=7792171849968947955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/7792171849968947955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/7792171849968947955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-were-walking-into-dollar-general.html' title=''/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-4391531104087909700</id><published>2007-08-09T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T16:58:33.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;We rode our bikes to the library to return some books.  On the way home, AJ decided that he wanted to take an alternate route.  I followed.  He wound around a couple of different blocks, then told me he wanted to "Go home".  We rode up to the next corner.  He looked left, looked right, looked straight ahead and then gave me a quizzical look and asked, "Where'd go home go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-4391531104087909700?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/4391531104087909700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=4391531104087909700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/4391531104087909700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/4391531104087909700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/08/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-2073309596525618506</id><published>2007-07-17T06:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:35.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Rpyeu3zWuVI/AAAAAAAAADE/x4_vT0Ocbi8/s1600-h/bike1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Rpyeu3zWuVI/AAAAAAAAADE/x4_vT0Ocbi8/s320/bike1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088116207112337746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/RpyevHzWuWI/AAAAAAAAADM/yz6_XSLC3es/s1600-h/bike2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/RpyevHzWuWI/AAAAAAAAADM/yz6_XSLC3es/s320/bike2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088116211407305058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;AJ loved to ride his bike....until he got too big for his farm tricycle four years ago. I've tried everything...big fat training wheels, the tag-along on my bike...you name it. Everything was pure torture for him and he hated it. He seemed absolutely petrified every time he got on the two-wheeler no matter how much we practiced. I finally figured there just must be something I was missing about the whole deal. This link about Down Syndrome, poor vision, muscle tone, ligamentous laxity and balance pretty much was talking about AJ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.downsyndromeconnection.org/index.php?page=ask-dr-trotter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's pics of AJ on the new trike he got a couple weeks ago. He thinks he's big stuff when he rides into town to help me run errands. The other day we rode to the library to return a movie, to Village Hall to pay the water bill and to the grocery store to pick up a few things for dinner. That basket comes in handy...he toted home four bags of groceries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He LOVES it and is so proud to be out and riding in the neighborhood. Unlike I worried about, he's gotten nothing but positive comments from the kids in the neighborhood about how "cool" it is. He doesn't call it "my bike". He calls it "my OWN bike".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/466462080165542405-2073309596525618506?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/2073309596525618506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=2073309596525618506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/2073309596525618506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/2073309596525618506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/07/aj-loved-to-ride-his-bike.html' title=''/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Rpyeu3zWuVI/AAAAAAAAADE/x4_vT0Ocbi8/s72-c/bike1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466462080165542405.post-8390449822639774940</id><published>2007-07-15T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:10:46.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Restaurants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were finished doing our running around Saturday and on our way to find some lunch.  Told AJ we were going to find a restaurant.  We passed McDonald's.  He pointed, "There it is!"  I told him that we were going to find a "sit down" restaurant.  He looked disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed Burger King, he pointed and said "Speed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"  I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Speed food!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us call it fast food...but...I got the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-8390449822639774940?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/8390449822639774940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=8390449822639774940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/8390449822639774940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/8390449822639774940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/07/restaurants.html' title='Restaurants'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-8007893313580205045</id><published>2007-06-24T19:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:36.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to St. Louis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Rn8EXMpzY-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/i-1a0wyykHk/s1600-h/Before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Rn8EXMpzY-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/i-1a0wyykHk/s320/Before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079783701277271010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Rn8ERMpzY9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/h_sdt6WRjBQ/s1600-h/Lion+King.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Rn8ERMpzY9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/h_sdt6WRjBQ/s320/Lion+King.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079783598198055890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Rn8EJMpzY8I/AAAAAAAAACs/N8QaoZ6qMAU/s1600-h/After.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Rn8EJMpzY8I/AAAAAAAAACs/N8QaoZ6qMAU/s320/After.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079783460759102402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-8007893313580205045?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/8007893313580205045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=8007893313580205045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/8007893313580205045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/8007893313580205045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/06/trip-to-st-louis.html' title='Trip to St. Louis'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Rn8EXMpzY-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/i-1a0wyykHk/s72-c/Before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466462080165542405.post-6123525570103438750</id><published>2007-06-12T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:37.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Olympics Summer Games 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Rm9DqMpzY3I/AAAAAAAAACE/A5oMZGQy9D4/s1600-h/goggles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Rm9DqMpzY3I/AAAAAAAAACE/A5oMZGQy9D4/s320/goggles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075349697299964786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Rm9DqcpzY4I/AAAAAAAAACM/7HH8gqgD1aY/s1600-h/AJ+++SPECIAL+OLYMPICS+2007+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Rm9DqcpzY4I/AAAAAAAAACM/7HH8gqgD1aY/s320/AJ+++SPECIAL+OLYMPICS+2007+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075349701594932098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Rm9DqspzY5I/AAAAAAAAACU/640q1nfCSGQ/s1600-h/AJwave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Rm9DqspzY5I/AAAAAAAAACU/640q1nfCSGQ/s320/AJwave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075349705889899410" 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/466462080165542405-6123525570103438750?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/6123525570103438750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=6123525570103438750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/6123525570103438750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/6123525570103438750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/06/special-olympics-summer-games-2007.html' title='Special Olympics Summer Games 2007'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Rm9DqMpzY3I/AAAAAAAAACE/A5oMZGQy9D4/s72-c/goggles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466462080165542405.post-4116721443885244938</id><published>2007-05-28T20:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T20:21:36.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FORE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;We've taken AJ out golfing a few times the past couple years.   He loves it this year!  We have him play a scramble and drop a ball near one of ours.  He played all nine holes both times and was an absolute riot.  When he’d hit a ball off the tee he didn’t like, we’d ask him if he wanted to take a Mulligan and give him another ball.  After a while when he didn’t like his shot, he started asking on his own…for a “Missed-Again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Golf according to AJ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don’t give a second thought to handing someone else the club you just used and expecting them to put it back in your bag for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may start getting tired around the sixth hole.  Feel free to sit on the grass to plant your tee in the ground so that you can fully concentrate on balancing your ball on it prior to hitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golfing is much like being in a parade.  Wave at everyone within your field of vision.  If they are close enough, feel free to try and start a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone hits and creates a divot, yell, “Too bad!” and then run after the chunk of grass with wild abandon and replace it for them with a grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone “whiffs” and misses the ball entirely let out that belly-roar that others would politely hold back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flatly refuse to drive the cart.  If someone insists that you should at least try, make them work the accelerator while you steer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hit a shot that you are particularly pleased with, hustle right over to the nearest person and hug them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466462080165542405-4116721443885244938?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/4116721443885244938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=4116721443885244938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/4116721443885244938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/4116721443885244938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/05/fore.html' title='FORE!'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-5499376060197978975</id><published>2007-05-09T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T18:44:17.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Understand?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;AJ was out playing with some neighborhood kids this evening.  They were all making a "garden".  Daina told AJ to come with her to get more rocks.  AJ immediately picked up a shovel and began digging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley said to Daina, "I don't think he understands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daina, who adores AJ, looked at Riley in disgust and replied, "Oh, he understands, he just doesn't care what I said."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daina's going to be a really good mother someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-5499376060197978975?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/5499376060197978975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=5499376060197978975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/5499376060197978975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/5499376060197978975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/05/do-you-understand.html' title='Do You Understand?'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-1435949943777631633</id><published>2007-04-25T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T17:20:25.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today's note from the teacher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gave him the Brigance (test) today.  That was an experience.  Did you know that one dollar bills are called "buyadrink" and that two one dollar bills are called "one-two buyadrink"?  I didn't know they had new names!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-1435949943777631633?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1435949943777631633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=1435949943777631633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/1435949943777631633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/1435949943777631633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/04/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-6484815734186762281</id><published>2007-04-24T07:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:37.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loach:  a.ka. - "Snake Fish"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Ri3ogjSlV3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/AgxYxZNQ2vQ/s1600-h/DojoLoachWFLO_Ap4A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Ri3ogjSlV3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/AgxYxZNQ2vQ/s320/DojoLoachWFLO_Ap4A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056953602533578610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning, AJ was sitting in front of the aquarium eating his breakfast.  He pointed to one of the loaches and asked, "What's his name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that he had never really named it, but that he could name it whatever he wanted.  He thought a minute and replied, "Snake Fish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well,"  I replied, "That's what it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;, but that's not a name.  You are a boy and your name is AJ.  That big snake fish, what could you name him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought again and firmly stated, "Grandpa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's a good name," I told him.  "What do you want to name the little snake fish?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without hesitation he answered, "Grandma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His grandparents will be so flattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-6484815734186762281?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/6484815734186762281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=6484815734186762281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/6484815734186762281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/6484815734186762281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/04/loach.html' title='Loach:  a.ka. - &quot;Snake Fish&quot;'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Ri3ogjSlV3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/AgxYxZNQ2vQ/s72-c/DojoLoachWFLO_Ap4A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466462080165542405.post-5681838959040435216</id><published>2007-04-23T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:37.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Ri02IDSlV2I/AAAAAAAAABs/VW98Ym7F0_g/s1600-h/Edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Ri02IDSlV2I/AAAAAAAAABs/VW98Ym7F0_g/s400/Edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056757468557039458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466462080165542405-5681838959040435216?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/5681838959040435216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=5681838959040435216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/5681838959040435216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/5681838959040435216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Ri02IDSlV2I/AAAAAAAAABs/VW98Ym7F0_g/s72-c/Edit1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466462080165542405.post-5233496820713505847</id><published>2007-04-23T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T18:16:54.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coconut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I recently bought a whole coconut thinking it would be fun and interesting for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AJ&lt;/span&gt; to see how it was opened and what was inside.  He was immediately intrigued.  I pierced the eye and was shaking the coconut milk into a glass.  He was watching intently and dancing along to the rhythm of my shaking.  I laughed and told him, "Sing!"  He immediately broke into song.  The tune was vaguely familiar and I kept hearing the word 'coconut' and saw him put his hands on his stomach a couple of times.  He quite obviously knew &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; what he was singing.  It took me a minute to catch on to the lyrics...but then I got it and I have no idea how he knows it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Brother bought a coconut, he bought it for a dime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;His sister had another one, she paid if for a lime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She put the lime in the coconut, she drank them both up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She put the lime in the coconut, she drank them both up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She put the lime in the coconut, she drank them both up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She put a lime in the coconut, she called the doctor, woke him up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And said, "Doctor ain't there nothing I can take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I say, Doctor, to relieve this belly ache?&lt;br /&gt;I say, Doctor, ain't there nothing I can take&lt;br /&gt;I say, Doctor, to relieve this belly ache?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Harry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nilsson&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-5233496820713505847?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/5233496820713505847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=5233496820713505847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/5233496820713505847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/5233496820713505847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/04/coconut.html' title='Coconut'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-1391651273925364219</id><published>2007-04-01T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T16:38:05.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amber</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In the car AJ out of the blue says, "Amber."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  "Amber, who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ:  "Amber school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  "Amber at school?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ:  "Yeah.  I like her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  "You do?  Is she your girlfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ:  "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  "Is she nice?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ:  "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  "Is she in Mrs. Smetana's class?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ:  "Yeah.  Pledge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  "She does the Pledge of Allegiance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ:  "Yeah."  (He recites the Pledge.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  "Do you eat lunch with her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ:  "No.  Not lunch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom  (Knowing he usually goes for the blondes):  "What color hair does she have?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJ:  "Stripes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta meet this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-1391651273925364219?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1391651273925364219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=1391651273925364219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/1391651273925364219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/1391651273925364219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-car-aj-out-of-blue-says-amber.html' title='Amber'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-8231131124972865776</id><published>2007-03-30T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:37.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Rg24A5CTRiI/AAAAAAAAABk/wWmRjwVPBTU/s1600-h/batcrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Rg24A5CTRiI/AAAAAAAAABk/wWmRjwVPBTU/s200/batcrop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047893082802177570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After dinner, I wanted to take the dog for a walk.  AJ insisted that, on this walk, he needed to wear his Batman costume...complete with ankle length black cape and full face mask.  I'm not thrilled, but...whatever...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Off we go...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We get to the middle school playground where about two dozen boys between the ages of 6 and 16 are playing basketball.  AJ makes a sprint toward the courts.  Several kids good naturedly holler, "Hi, Batman!"  AJ rips off the mask and cape, and smiles, replying, "It's me.  AJ."  He hands me the costume, tells me, "Hold this" and runs off.  Someone tosses him a ball.  He's involves himself in two different games.    Depending on where he is at any given moment, the boys either include him, or dodge him in a gallant effort not to squash him.  He's having a blast giving and getting high fives and telling everyone "Good shot!" even if they miss the basket by a mile.  After a while he tires.  Wanders back to me and dons his costume once again.  As we're leaving, one kid near rides his bike over to AJ and asks, "Hey, Batman.  Want a piece of candy?"  We continue our walk. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only in a small town...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="sg"&gt;&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/466462080165542405-8231131124972865776?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/8231131124972865776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=8231131124972865776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/8231131124972865776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/8231131124972865776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/03/small-town.html' title='Small Town'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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/_hF9Q77NBEYI/Rg24A5CTRiI/AAAAAAAAABk/wWmRjwVPBTU/s72-c/batcrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466462080165542405.post-508831231679533220</id><published>2007-03-30T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T21:20:10.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lipstick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Notice that AJ's lips are very dry.  The only lip balm I have is the kind you have to dip your finger in to put on...seems like a disaster waiting to happen, so we make a quick stop at a gas station to buy a tube of chapstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the car, I hand it to AJ.  He never sees me put on anything but the stuff that I put on with my finger.  I curiously watch to see if he knows what to do.  He purses his lips and applies the chapstick carefully.  Lips still pursed, he says in a high-pitched voice, "Hi.  I'm Grandma."  Guess he's been watching when Grandma puts on her lipstick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-508831231679533220?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/508831231679533220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=508831231679533220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/508831231679533220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/508831231679533220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/03/lipstick.html' title='Lipstick'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-3012686006751798679</id><published>2007-03-30T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T20:57:44.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Improved Math Skills</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;AJ was watching TV.  Told him it would be time for bed in ten minutes.  He replied, "How 'bout forty-eight?"&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/466462080165542405-3012686006751798679?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/3012686006751798679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=3012686006751798679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/3012686006751798679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/3012686006751798679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/03/improved-math-skills.html' title='Improved Math Skills'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-6991611276839555145</id><published>2007-02-06T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:37.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                  A.J. zipped his coat all by himself for the first time today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  Even without being told...took me totally by surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/RckKWP5jM9I/AAAAAAAAABU/Qp62RUGEFnI/s1600-h/zipper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/RckKWP5jM9I/AAAAAAAAABU/Qp62RUGEFnI/s200/zipper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028561836277183442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466462080165542405-6991611276839555145?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/6991611276839555145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=6991611276839555145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/6991611276839555145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/6991611276839555145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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/_hF9Q77NBEYI/RckKWP5jM9I/AAAAAAAAABU/Qp62RUGEFnI/s72-c/zipper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466462080165542405.post-1397367444689336448</id><published>2007-02-01T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T16:56:50.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Note from the teacher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today during reading...we were sounding out words.  I wrote 'hat' on the board.  He totally independently sounded the word and said it correctly with NO prompts.  AWESOME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-1397367444689336448?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1397367444689336448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=1397367444689336448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/1397367444689336448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/1397367444689336448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/02/hat.html' title='Hat'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-653278520180048427</id><published>2007-01-23T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T19:44:14.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AJ&lt;/span&gt; received an invitation in the mail to bowl in this year's 'Bowl-a-&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thon&lt;/span&gt;' to raise money for Special Olympics.  I was asking him if he wanted to participate and trying to explain what it was all about.  I told him he would have to call people and ask for pledges.  He considered that a moment, then sat up tall, looked straight ahead and put his hand over his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-653278520180048427?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/653278520180048427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=653278520180048427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/653278520180048427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/653278520180048427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/01/pledge.html' title='Pledge'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-8397395617722134360</id><published>2007-01-22T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T19:38:42.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Donald Trump</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AJ and I were wrestling.  I started tickling him and he was giggling like always.  All of the sudden he stopped, looked at me and yelled, "You're fired!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/466462080165542405-8397395617722134360?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/8397395617722134360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=8397395617722134360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/8397395617722134360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/8397395617722134360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/01/donald-trump.html' title='Donald Trump'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-2711579022492476347</id><published>2007-01-14T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:38.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/RarOWStnSfI/AAAAAAAAABI/5q6CA-2hvkQ/s1600-h/firemanedited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/RarOWStnSfI/AAAAAAAAABI/5q6CA-2hvkQ/s400/firemanedited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020051617033439730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today, due to a cooking mishap, the smoke alarms in the house went off.  AJ ran right outside!  On the icy deck...barefoot in shorts and a t-shirt...but good thinking nevertheless...&lt;br /&gt;&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/466462080165542405-2711579022492476347?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/2711579022492476347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=2711579022492476347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/2711579022492476347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/2711579022492476347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/01/fire.html' title='Fire!'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/RarOWStnSfI/AAAAAAAAABI/5q6CA-2hvkQ/s72-c/firemanedited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466462080165542405.post-2755099309860349521</id><published>2007-01-11T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T19:20:02.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alphabet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Today's note home from the teacher said that AJ, "Knows his letters better than the regular ed students in reading."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-2755099309860349521?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/2755099309860349521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=2755099309860349521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/2755099309860349521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/2755099309860349521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/01/alphabet.html' title='Alphabet'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-5665648490143249315</id><published>2007-01-06T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:38.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/RaA5YBkzb9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/lN9_Bgj-66I/s1600-h/Music+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/RaA5YBkzb9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/lN9_Bgj-66I/s400/Music+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017073069793177554" 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/466462080165542405-5665648490143249315?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/5665648490143249315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=5665648490143249315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/5665648490143249315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/5665648490143249315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/01/music-man.html' title='Music Man'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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/_hF9Q77NBEYI/RaA5YBkzb9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/lN9_Bgj-66I/s72-c/Music+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466462080165542405.post-2336785011136793896</id><published>2007-01-05T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:38.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's the Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/RZ8J2hkzb8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/jcz97bARd5M/s1600-h/arms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/RZ8J2hkzb8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/jcz97bARd5M/s320/arms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016739342244343746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Looking ahead, I bought AJ some deodorant today.  Given his frequent reluctance to try new things, I decided that if I started introducing it now, he would gradually get used to it and get accustomed to using it regularly by the time he actually needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed it to him after his shower.  He was absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thrilled&lt;/span&gt;.  You would have thought I'd bought him the greatest toy on earth.  He took off the cover and confidently slapped it on like a pro despite never having used it before.  Cracked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-2336785011136793896?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/2336785011136793896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=2336785011136793896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/2336785011136793896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/2336785011136793896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/01/hes-man.html' title='He&apos;s the Man'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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/_hF9Q77NBEYI/RZ8J2hkzb8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/jcz97bARd5M/s72-c/arms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466462080165542405.post-6079045961042436471</id><published>2007-01-03T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:38.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time for a haircut...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set up the chair, and tell AJ to sit dow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;n wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ile I go into the other room to get the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;clippers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I come back, he's giggling like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; a maniac, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; here's what I find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/RZxa8iFdjtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MNIojxpAxzY/s1600-h/haircut.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/RZxa8iFdjtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MNIojxpAxzY/s400/haircut.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015984080972254930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-6079045961042436471?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/6079045961042436471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=6079045961042436471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/6079045961042436471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/6079045961042436471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/01/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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/_hF9Q77NBEYI/RZxa8iFdjtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MNIojxpAxzY/s72-c/haircut.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466462080165542405.post-3145356114900909083</id><published>2007-01-03T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:38.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I asked AJ if I could watch TV with him.  Teasing, he said, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"  I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ecause."  He replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because why?"  I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Because..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/RZxS9SFdjrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9K6Mnp58n_k/s1600-h/superguy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/RZxS9SFdjrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9K6Mnp58n_k/s200/superguy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015975297764134578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;e thought a second, "I not need a because."&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/466462080165542405-3145356114900909083?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/3145356114900909083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=3145356114900909083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/3145356114900909083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/3145356114900909083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/01/imghttpi7.html' title='Because...'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hF9Q77NBEYI/RZxS9SFdjrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9K6Mnp58n_k/s72-c/superguy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466462080165542405.post-1675130260485037856</id><published>2007-01-01T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T09:03:29.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu Vaccine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AJ got his annual flu vaccine this year as always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I had planned on getting the new flu mist for him. Injections are always a major traumatic event involving 3-4 people to complete the task. So, I was very excited about the flu mist nasal spray option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On the way to the doctor's office, I just told him he was getting "nose spray" to keep well. He's a pro with nose spray, so he didn't think it was any big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;However, when we got to the office, they wouldn't give him the mist because of his asthma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, while one nurse and I held him still as the second nurse gave him an injection, he was screaming and calling me "CHEATER!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yeah...I felt like a real heel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;However, as always he had outstandingly good manners and thanked the nurse that jabbed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I, too, was forgiven... after purchasing that stupid Power Ranger toy...&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/466462080165542405-1675130260485037856?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1675130260485037856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=1675130260485037856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/1675130260485037856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/1675130260485037856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/01/flu-vaccine_01.html' title='Flu Vaccine'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-1843932837133725032</id><published>2007-01-01T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T09:01:31.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AJ has a passion for music and is a big fan of Broadway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the way home one evening, AJ was singing happily to himself in the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I remarked, "That's a nice song."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He very clearly replied, "Harmony."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amused and amazed, I asked, "What's harmony?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He immediately replied, "A duet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next time they need a sub for the music teacher at school, maybe he can fill in…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/466462080165542405-1843932837133725032?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1843932837133725032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=1843932837133725032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/1843932837133725032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/1843932837133725032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/01/harmony_6593.html' title='Harmony'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-9108016371024006405</id><published>2007-01-01T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T08:34:06.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;We were shopping at the Asian market.  AJ was looking in the glass case in the seafood section at all of the fish on ice, which still have their heads.  He really studies them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stands up on his toes, trying to see over the counter.  He clears his throat several times to try to get the guy behind the counter's attention.  Finally, he says loudly, "Excuse me.  Excuse me!  Your fish died." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the guy behind the counter either didn't understand him or didn't speak much English. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466462080165542405-9108016371024006405?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/9108016371024006405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=9108016371024006405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/9108016371024006405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/9108016371024006405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/01/excuse-me.html' title='Excuse Me!'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-2608387275615380501</id><published>2007-01-01T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T08:30:45.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AJ was sitting on my lap facing me and pushing my lips up and down, scrunching them for fish lips, etc.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Suddenly, he pushes all of my hair way back off my forehead, looks hard at me for a minute then says, "Grandpa!"  (My dad has a rather prominent receding hairline!!!) &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/466462080165542405-2608387275615380501?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/2608387275615380501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=2608387275615380501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/2608387275615380501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/2608387275615380501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/01/grandpa.html' title='Grandpa'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-2735597265551363816</id><published>2007-01-01T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T08:23:42.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Dog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One morning, AJ and I are in the gas station.  He's trying to talk me into a hotdog.  "I hungry."  That didn't work.  "Delicious, huh?"  Answer is still no.  "A bun?"  No, nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He looks at me, grins and asks, "You over it?"&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/466462080165542405-2735597265551363816?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/2735597265551363816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=2735597265551363816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/2735597265551363816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/2735597265551363816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/01/hot-dog.html' title='Hot Dog!'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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-466462080165542405.post-8623659936265221527</id><published>2007-01-01T08:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T08:19:31.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the Problem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I was getting after AJ one day for a report from school about using inappropriate language in Mrs. Smetana's classroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;He got the usual "You know better/That's not funny"  speech.   Exasperated, I finally asked him, "What's the problem?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;He looked at me solemnly for a minute then replied, "My lips."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466462080165542405-8623659936265221527?l=lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/feeds/8623659936265221527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=466462080165542405&amp;postID=8623659936265221527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/8623659936265221527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/466462080165542405/posts/default/8623659936265221527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtoaj.blogspot.com/2007/01/whats-problem.html' title='What&apos;s the Problem?'/><author><name>A.J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17950442168631119820</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>
