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		<title>Noahism 2012</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2012 12:52:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Victoria</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I had just started eating some grits after making the kids breakfast, when I dumped a spoonful of grits on my hoodie.  I said, "Great!  Really?  Again!"  Noah asked what was the problem.  I told him I had already spilled pancake mix on myself.  His sag...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[I had just started eating some grits after making the kids breakfast, when I dumped a spoonful of grits on my hoodie.  I said, "Great!  Really?  Again!"  Noah asked what was the problem.  I told him I had already spilled pancake mix on myself.  His sage advice (given in a prophetic voice) was:<div><br /></div><div>"Maybe your time has come and your luck has run out."</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks, Noah.  Give the Mayans my love.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26512505-4710641000999873158?l=victoriataylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Sentimental Hoarder Wanna Be</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 17:13:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Victoria</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Michael and I took the front door off to sand it, re-stain, and replace the hardware.  Noah wondered out to the garage (he must have been incredibly bored).  He asked what we were doing and I explained it to him.  He saw the old hardware sitting on the...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFYGMao5gHw/Tnd8IvTMyVI/AAAAAAAAGG0/zZQUKG_6DRE/s1600/knob.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFYGMao5gHw/Tnd8IvTMyVI/AAAAAAAAGG0/zZQUKG_6DRE/s200/knob.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654124346764740946" /></a><br />Michael and I took the front door off to sand it, re-stain, and replace the hardware.  Noah wondered out to the garage (he must have been incredibly bored).  He asked what we were doing and I explained it to him.  He saw the old hardware sitting on the work table and asked if he could have the old knob and we told him no.<br />Fast forward to this morning.  I was relating the story to Rachel.  Noah heard his name and came into the living room.  Rachel rolled her eyes at the story and she was not surprised.<span class="Apple-style-span" >  Noah stated boldly, <i><b>"It was an awesome door knob, and we were all used to it!"</b></i></span><br /> <br />Be afraid...very afraid.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26512505-1289593570349607214?l=victoriataylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Lovely Granny&#8217;s Traveling Pipes</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2011 15:03:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Victoria</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I didn't realize, until today, that I forgot to post these photos of my mom's visit to Eve and Noah's elementary school.  She played the chanter and the Uillean pipes.  She won over a kid in the kindergarten who did not initially like the sound.  She w...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[I didn't realize, until today, that I forgot to post these photos of my mom's visit to Eve and Noah's elementary school.  She played the chanter and the Uillean pipes.  She won over a kid in the kindergarten who did not initially like the sound.  She was thanked multiple times for coming and told she was cool. (March 17th, 2011)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o6uQAw5IjFc/TYP1qPnOrfI/AAAAAAAAF_M/0qYnRogbGTk/s1600/025.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o6uQAw5IjFc/TYP1qPnOrfI/AAAAAAAAF_M/0qYnRogbGTk/s400/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585578068963929586" border="0"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kwxk184DD9M/TYP1p1EooNI/AAAAAAAAF_E/E2feLwukSMc/s1600/063.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kwxk184DD9M/TYP1p1EooNI/AAAAAAAAF_E/E2feLwukSMc/s400/063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585578061839507666" border="0"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iF1smcK0K3Q/TYP1p8M28XI/AAAAAAAAF-8/_FMbrDsQuDY/s1600/031.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iF1smcK0K3Q/TYP1p8M28XI/AAAAAAAAF-8/_FMbrDsQuDY/s400/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585578063753048434" border="0"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rXzZy1qHw8E/TYP1pvmKAZI/AAAAAAAAF-0/6HCFLQiJM2c/s1600/055.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rXzZy1qHw8E/TYP1pvmKAZI/AAAAAAAAF-0/6HCFLQiJM2c/s400/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585578060369494418" border="0"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GSyTe1LE5J0/TYP1pfserpI/AAAAAAAAF-s/urCuHMFmnHo/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GSyTe1LE5J0/TYP1pfserpI/AAAAAAAAF-s/urCuHMFmnHo/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585578056101047954" border="0"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26512505-1003606119425934810?l=victoriataylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>We&#8217;re Back!!!</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Jul 2011 14:13:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Victoria</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ (Noah riding Cisco with Margie looking on).Thank you to Lynette and John for throwing a fun family reunion!  Thank you to Shalene, Grant, and Sharon for letting us shower and do laundry at your house!  Thank you, Carol and Myron for inviting us to the...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FsqUgkRDqxI/TirYa8vCTII/AAAAAAAAGDQ/IzsO-JuJu6Y/s1600/DSC_2440.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FsqUgkRDqxI/TirYa8vCTII/AAAAAAAAGDQ/IzsO-JuJu6Y/s400/DSC_2440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632552241471835266" /></a> (Noah riding Cisco with Margie looking on).<br /><br />Thank you to Lynette and John for throwing a fun family reunion!  Thank you to Shalene, Grant, and Sharon for letting us shower and do laundry at your house!  Thank you, Carol and Myron for inviting us to the parade and birthday barbeque! Thank you, Don and Margie for inviting us over, cooking us wonderful food, teaching us about horses and letting us ride, giving us a place to sleep, shower, and wash clothes, taking us on a tour of Durango, and the companionship of Crazy Cooper (and sometimes Cosmo).<br /><br />I will post some photos later, but I am going to see the last installment of Harry Potter.  I hope to remember the tissues.  Rachel is going with her friend Sabrina, and a towel.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26512505-8921962731702773463?l=victoriataylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&quot;I Love to Laugh&#8230;Loud and Strong and Clear&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2011 08:21:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Victoria</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last night after family reading time Rachel asked Michael, "Do you know how a Venus flytrap closes?"To wit he replied, "Quickly?"Rachel says, "Ugh... I didn't ask for an adverb!"She went on to explain how the cells on one side grow to twice their norma...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z290S293umI/TdozBlLy3EI/AAAAAAAAGBQ/KXNu0UWhJZs/s1600/venus+flytrap.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609852388097842242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z290S293umI/TdozBlLy3EI/AAAAAAAAGBQ/KXNu0UWhJZs/s400/venus+flytrap.jpg" /></a><br />Last night after family reading time Rachel asked Michael, "Do you know how a Venus flytrap closes?"<br />To wit he replied, "Quickly?"<br />Rachel says, "Ugh... I didn't ask for an adverb!"<br />She went on to explain how the cells on one side grow to twice their normal size, then close up overlapping the meal.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qK-aVPGTfao/Tdoz_ReX6qI/AAAAAAAAGBY/2rAlcIJ5sFU/s1600/molt.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609853447958948514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qK-aVPGTfao/Tdoz_ReX6qI/AAAAAAAAGBY/2rAlcIJ5sFU/s400/molt.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />(After this point is Rachel writing. I was going to just write and pretend that I was mom, but it's too weird to write in third person...)<br />Noah recently had his 11th Birthday and while he was laying down on the floor in mom's room and he said "The skin on my hand is really dry and peeling off." <em>And because Noah is especially fun to mess with</em> I responded,<br />"Noah, you're going through your eleven year molt!<em> Ahh... I remember my eleven year molt.</em> Cleared it away before you knew about it had to keep it a secret." And then mom began playing along and it was much fun!<br /><strong>Rules of the eleven year molt:<br /></strong>*It happens overnight when you are eleven.<br />*Much like pulling teeth the parent clears it away and leaves behind a dollar under the pillow.<br />*It happens to everyone. Much like puberty. ;D<br />*You can have it pulled, but it hurts.<br />* Kids below eleven aren't allowed to know about it until they turn eleven.<br />(Going to put some money under Noah's pillow now!)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26512505-5452755245034560897?l=victoriataylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2011 08:21:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Victoria</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last night after family reading time Rachel asked Michael, "Do you know how a Venus flytrap closes?"To wit he replied, "Quickly?"Rachel says, "Ugh... I didn't ask for an adverb!"She went on to explain how the cells on one side grow to twice their norma...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z290S293umI/TdozBlLy3EI/AAAAAAAAGBQ/KXNu0UWhJZs/s1600/venus+flytrap.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609852388097842242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z290S293umI/TdozBlLy3EI/AAAAAAAAGBQ/KXNu0UWhJZs/s400/venus+flytrap.jpg" /></a><br />Last night after family reading time Rachel asked Michael, "Do you know how a Venus flytrap closes?"<br />To wit he replied, "Quickly?"<br />Rachel says, "Ugh... I didn't ask for an adverb!"<br />She went on to explain how the cells on one side grow to twice their normal size, then close up overlapping the meal.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qK-aVPGTfao/Tdoz_ReX6qI/AAAAAAAAGBY/2rAlcIJ5sFU/s1600/molt.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609853447958948514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qK-aVPGTfao/Tdoz_ReX6qI/AAAAAAAAGBY/2rAlcIJ5sFU/s400/molt.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />(After this point is Rachel writing. I was going to just write and pretend that I was mom, but it's too weird to write in third person...)<br />Noah recently had his 11th Birthday and while he was laying down on the floor in mom's room and he said "The skin on my hand is really dry and peeling off." <em>And because Noah is especially fun to mess with</em> I responded,<br />"Noah, you're going through your eleven year molt!<em> Ahh... I remember my eleven year molt.</em> Cleared it away before you knew about it had to keep it a secret." And then mom began playing along and it was much fun!<br /><strong>Rules of the eleven year molt:<br /></strong>*It happens overnight when you are eleven.<br />*Much like pulling teeth the parent clears it away and leaves behind a dollar under the pillow.<br />*It happens to everyone. Much like puberty. ;D<br />*You can have it pulled, but it hurts.<br />* Kids below eleven aren't allowed to know about it until they turn eleven.<br />(Going to put some money under Noah's pillow now!)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26512505-5452755245034560897?l=victoriataylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Weekend Noahisms</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 May 2011 14:11:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Victoria</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last night as we were talking in Rachel's room I was recommending to Noah that he would make more friends if he didn't constantly interject as if he were a cop about what every one else is doing. Me:  "My only point is that you would make more friends ...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YHzczYSXUi4/Tdkdr_4G0AI/AAAAAAAAGBA/kti02YJZEP0/s1600/police.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YHzczYSXUi4/Tdkdr_4G0AI/AAAAAAAAGBA/kti02YJZEP0/s400/police.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609547452585005058" /></a><br />Last night as we were talking in Rachel's room I was recommending to Noah that he would make more friends if he didn't constantly interject as if he were a cop about what every one else is doing. <br /><br />Me:  "My only point is that you would make more friends if you weren't policing other people."<br /><br />Noah:  "I don't like policing.  I only do it when they do something wrong."<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Op9Zm79vOs/TdkfwecOX6I/AAAAAAAAGBI/Ht4DdOtPAGI/s1600/papaya.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Op9Zm79vOs/TdkfwecOX6I/AAAAAAAAGBI/Ht4DdOtPAGI/s400/papaya.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609549728532291490" /></a><br /><br /><br />The conversation this morning started out with Noah playing "Ben 10 Ultimate Alien game" on the WII.  He noted that a company called Papaya made the game.<br /><br />Noah: "Papaya is a cool name."<br /><br />Me: "I think your dad likes papayas."<br /><br />Noah: "Sometimes I just assume it's a guy lazy with sounds."<br />(Later on he said...)<br />"He might as well have said Hiya and added a P."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26512505-5507057954976691133?l=victoriataylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Weekend Noahisms</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 May 2011 14:11:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Victoria</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last night as we were talking in Rachel's room I was recommending to Noah that he would make more friends if he didn't constantly interject as if he were a cop about what every one else is doing. Me:  "My only point is that you would make more friends ...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YHzczYSXUi4/Tdkdr_4G0AI/AAAAAAAAGBA/kti02YJZEP0/s1600/police.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YHzczYSXUi4/Tdkdr_4G0AI/AAAAAAAAGBA/kti02YJZEP0/s400/police.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609547452585005058" /></a><br />Last night as we were talking in Rachel's room I was recommending to Noah that he would make more friends if he didn't constantly interject as if he were a cop about what every one else is doing. <br /><br />Me:  "My only point is that you would make more friends if you weren't policing other people."<br /><br />Noah:  "I don't like policing.  I only do it when they do something wrong."<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Op9Zm79vOs/TdkfwecOX6I/AAAAAAAAGBI/Ht4DdOtPAGI/s1600/papaya.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Op9Zm79vOs/TdkfwecOX6I/AAAAAAAAGBI/Ht4DdOtPAGI/s400/papaya.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609549728532291490" /></a><br /><br /><br />The conversation this morning started out with Noah playing "Ben 10 Ultimate Alien game" on the WII.  He noted that a company called Papaya made the game.<br /><br />Noah: "Papaya is a cool name."<br /><br />Me: "I think your dad likes papayas."<br /><br />Noah: "Sometimes I just assume it's a guy lazy with sounds."<br />(Later on he said...)<br />"He might as well have said Hiya and added a P."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26512505-5507057954976691133?l=victoriataylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Observations of a Librarian</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 May 2011 23:46:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Victoria</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[On Friday I stopped off at our local branch of the public library to return some books and pick up some on hold.  Michael sent me his card information, so I could pick up his books, as well.  I grabbed the books off the shelf and chatted with the libra...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rlnK7hvu0YE/TdhT-KrbosI/AAAAAAAAGAw/mwFy06058yg/s1600/smile+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rlnK7hvu0YE/TdhT-KrbosI/AAAAAAAAGAw/mwFy06058yg/s400/smile+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609325663373468354" /></a><br /><br />On Friday I stopped off at our local branch of the public library to return some books and pick up some on hold.  Michael sent me his card information, so I could pick up his books, as well.  I grabbed the books off the shelf and chatted with the librarian as I checked out my books, then his.  I noticed that we had the same book checked out.  I laughed and told the librarian that often he would check out I book that I liked and I would take it from his pile to read, or that we sometimes checked out the exact same book.  She looked at me smiling and said, "That is so romantic."  I think she is right.<br />Here is the book we checked out:<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2PEjkrcAYOc/TdhUxlc7icI/AAAAAAAAGA4/lbAqs0-V2Ag/s1600/moralMinds.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2PEjkrcAYOc/TdhUxlc7icI/AAAAAAAAGA4/lbAqs0-V2Ag/s400/moralMinds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609326546733730242" /></a><br />*******Problem Solving**********<br />This is one of my favorite people.  He speaks to learning math and science as a basis for problem solving, even if you are not going into a technical field.<br /><br /><object width="416" height="374" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="ep"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/.element/apps/cvp/3.0/swf/cnn_416x234_embed.swf?context=embed&amp;videoId=us/2011/05/13/obrien.degrasse.tyson.jobs.cnn"><param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"><embed src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/.element/apps/cvp/3.0/swf/cnn_416x234_embed.swf?context=embed&amp;videoId=us/2011/05/13/obrien.degrasse.tyson.jobs.cnn" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="416" wmode="transparent" height="374"></embed></object><br /><br />*********Poem Project with Noah (age 11)*****<br />(Noah would point out that he was technically 10 years-old when he wrote the poem because today is his birthday.)<br /><br />I have been helping Noah brainstorm ideas for his poetry book due Monday.  Here is one of my favorites:<br /><span class="Apple-style-span"  ><br />"There once was a boy who liked to mope<br />Then, one day he got a telescope.<br />He learned to watch the wonders of space.<br />He yearned to help the human race.<br />And now the Mope had hope."</span><br /><br /><br />*****Noahism*****<br /><br />As we continued the poem brainstorming session Noah was working on a Diamante poem about a video game.  I was trying to clarify the rules of the particular style of poem, so I asked if it needed to start with one word, if so "video game" is two words and wouldn't work.  His response, "I think of it as a compound word with a space in the middle."<br /><br /><br />Later, Noah decided he needed a break from writing poetry and wanted to watch a movie with Rachel.  I yelled downstairs, "Noah, you better be working on a shape poem!"<br />He called back, "I'm helping Rachel pick out a movie."<br />I reiterated that he needed to think up a shape poem.<br />He yelled back, <i><b>"Circles are fun!</b></i>"<br />"I came up with a shape poem.  <i><b>Are you happy now</b></i>?"<br /><br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span"  >Happy Birthday, Noah!!!! I love you, dude!!!</span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26512505-397856449207794095?l=victoriataylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Observations of a Librarian</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 May 2011 23:46:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[On Friday I stopped off at our local branch of the public library to return some books and pick up some on hold.  Michael sent me his card information, so I could pick up his books, as well.  I grabbed the books off the shelf and chatted with the libra...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rlnK7hvu0YE/TdhT-KrbosI/AAAAAAAAGAw/mwFy06058yg/s1600/smile+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rlnK7hvu0YE/TdhT-KrbosI/AAAAAAAAGAw/mwFy06058yg/s400/smile+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609325663373468354" /></a><br /><br />On Friday I stopped off at our local branch of the public library to return some books and pick up some on hold.  Michael sent me his card information, so I could pick up his books, as well.  I grabbed the books off the shelf and chatted with the librarian as I checked out my books, then his.  I noticed that we had the same book checked out.  I laughed and told the librarian that often he would check out I book that I liked and I would take it from his pile to read, or that we sometimes checked out the exact same book.  She looked at me smiling and said, "That is so romantic."  I think she is right.<br />Here is the book we checked out:<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2PEjkrcAYOc/TdhUxlc7icI/AAAAAAAAGA4/lbAqs0-V2Ag/s1600/moralMinds.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2PEjkrcAYOc/TdhUxlc7icI/AAAAAAAAGA4/lbAqs0-V2Ag/s400/moralMinds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609326546733730242" /></a><br />*******Problem Solving**********<br />This is one of my favorite people.  He speaks to learning math and science as a basis for problem solving, even if you are not going into a technical field.<br /><br /><object width="416" height="374" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="ep"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/.element/apps/cvp/3.0/swf/cnn_416x234_embed.swf?context=embed&amp;videoId=us/2011/05/13/obrien.degrasse.tyson.jobs.cnn"><param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"><embed src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/.element/apps/cvp/3.0/swf/cnn_416x234_embed.swf?context=embed&amp;videoId=us/2011/05/13/obrien.degrasse.tyson.jobs.cnn" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="416" wmode="transparent" height="374"></embed></object><br /><br />*********Poem Project with Noah (age 11)*****<br />(Noah would point out that he was technically 10 years-old when he wrote the poem because today is his birthday.)<br /><br />I have been helping Noah brainstorm ideas for his poetry book due Monday.  Here is one of my favorites:<br /><span class="Apple-style-span"  ><br />"There once was a boy who liked to mope<br />Then, one day he got a telescope.<br />He learned to watch the wonders of space.<br />He yearned to help the human race.<br />And now the Mope had hope."</span><br /><br /><br />*****Noahism*****<br /><br />As we continued the poem brainstorming session Noah was working on a Diamante poem about a video game.  I was trying to clarify the rules of the particular style of poem, so I asked if it needed to start with one word, if so "video game" is two words and wouldn't work.  His response, "I think of it as a compound word with a space in the middle."<br /><br /><br />Later, Noah decided he needed a break from writing poetry and wanted to watch a movie with Rachel.  I yelled downstairs, "Noah, you better be working on a shape poem!"<br />He called back, "I'm helping Rachel pick out a movie."<br />I reiterated that he needed to think up a shape poem.<br />He yelled back, <i><b>"Circles are fun!</b></i>"<br />"I came up with a shape poem.  <i><b>Are you happy now</b></i>?"<br /><br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span"  >Happy Birthday, Noah!!!! I love you, dude!!!</span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26512505-397856449207794095?l=victoriataylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
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