<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188422889391696741</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:16:02.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy Goosey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amber Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153013413801987133</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188422889391696741.post-2030662937028908032</id><published>2011-02-21T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T21:09:03.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Beauty in Good Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My Grandpa Doug used to give all of his daughters a new porcelain doll every Christmas or birthday or both. They all collected quite a few of them. I remember them on display whenever we visited and my mom had a few gorgeous dolls we were never allowed to touch. Well, 20 years later and my Aunt Kathi took one out of the box and said "This doll needs to be played with!" Lucy loves it and has already done her hair multiple ways and puts her to sleep every night, which is easy because she's always asleep. Here's when I caught her taking good care of her dolly:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d6d86a65daa6c5a3" 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://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd6d86a65daa6c5a3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331487435%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D30778B2357F7F4CC256FAED4556D0902D47B40DE.6A8D0504B002976B2D68999B2A72E28CDB6C8338%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd6d86a65daa6c5a3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqPCaG6UspmGWXfpMJNqttDdMXPY&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://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd6d86a65daa6c5a3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331487435%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D30778B2357F7F4CC256FAED4556D0902D47B40DE.6A8D0504B002976B2D68999B2A72E28CDB6C8338%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd6d86a65daa6c5a3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqPCaG6UspmGWXfpMJNqttDdMXPY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188422889391696741-2030662937028908032?l=barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/feeds/2030662937028908032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188422889391696741&amp;postID=2030662937028908032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/2030662937028908032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/2030662937028908032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/2011/02/sleeping-beauty-in-good-hands.html' title='Sleeping Beauty in Good Hands'/><author><name>Amber Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153013413801987133</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-6188422889391696741.post-2362339883678525550</id><published>2010-09-05T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T14:16:06.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamily Home Feveling</title><content type='html'>This post really has nothing to do with the title. I just didn't want to forget what Lucy calls our special Family Home Evening monday nights. She's excited because she chose S'mores for the treat tomorrow and even though it's Daddy's night to choose treat, he said that sounds good too.&lt;br /&gt;Here's Lucy and Kate playing at Bubba's wedding. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/TJ0M_gNZD7I/AAAAAAAAApw/uXkemlVHO8Y/s1600/IMG_2306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520583003343490994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/TJ0M_gNZD7I/AAAAAAAAApw/uXkemlVHO8Y/s320/IMG_2306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lately our dear Lucy has blossomed into a sweet girl. She really is a joy to have around. She hasn't minded a little extra elbow room now that Sam is back in school. She and Ben seem to understand each other's business pretty well and play together swimmingly. She started preschool and even though it took her some time to warm up, she likes it more and more. It's a Lutheran school, so she comes home with new stories about Jesus and fun, spirited songs like "this is the day the Lord has made" where they all cheer and rejoice at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/TJ0M-qTmHtI/AAAAAAAAApo/LN5GD9n8U-g/s1600/IMG_2560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520582988873998034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/TJ0M-qTmHtI/AAAAAAAAApo/LN5GD9n8U-g/s320/IMG_2560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was only willing to stay the first day of preschool because she found out the class pet turtles are named Lucy and Lucky. Only one turtle lives there now. I just asked Lucy where the other turtle went and she said "Lucy (the turtle) went to another home. She went where there's a big river." Sounds like how my parents always told me our pet dogs were moving to a big farm somewhere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/TJ0M-BEqMOI/AAAAAAAAApg/GMYYOIlq6Uk/s1600/IMG_2561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520582977805496546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/TJ0M-BEqMOI/AAAAAAAAApg/GMYYOIlq6Uk/s320/IMG_2561.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few Lucy'isms:&lt;br /&gt;prayer: "Please bless Jesus that he will fall in love with us and our family will be happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joke: L:"Knock knock." Me: "Who's there?" L:"Apple Banana Split!"&lt;br /&gt;Then she laughs and laughs and says, "Uh, I don't really get it yet." I don't either, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy Loves: dancing, coloring with markers, swimming, playing with Afton and Claire, making forts and putting Ben "to bed," playing piano, jumping on the trampoline, visiting with Karin (our neighbor who always has a stash of M&amp;amp;M's), having girl time, painting toenails, Skyping with Grandma, wearing skirts, boating, cleaning windows, making her bed, her dolls, and her blankies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/TJ0M9eZcHVI/AAAAAAAAApY/MsCJyk56IH8/s1600/IMG_2595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520582968497413458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/TJ0M9eZcHVI/AAAAAAAAApY/MsCJyk56IH8/s320/IMG_2595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lucy and Afton at the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy doesn't love: Shots, brothers when they tease, scary new things, church when her teachers aren't there, getting her hair done (she only stopped wearing her Tinkerbell headband she's had since March because it cracked in half -- that was the only thing she'd put in her hair), tubing behind the boat (I could see her mouthing "Slow down" the whole time she was on it), and people playing with her special dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ben said one day, "Lucy, you were bwave!" Lucy has had to be brave as she's continued with JRA (Juvenile Rhuematoid Arthritis) treatments. She's kind of getting better at her weekly shots. We always remind her how Grandpa Frank passes out when he sees needles. She thinks Grandma Frank is the toughest guy in the world (next to Daddy, of course), so it's pretty funny and buys us a second of calm. But she's responding great to the medicine. The swelling is nearly gone in her joints and she just seems more active and happy. I love having Lucy back! I am so grateful to good doctors and amazing medicine that are allowing Lucy to get through this with almost no side effects. I think of what it would be like if we lived in a country without these treatments and realize how blessed we are! It has meant a lot of trips to the doctor: eye visits, physical therapy, rhuematology appointments...but it's worth the trips for a healthy happy Lucy Goosey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188422889391696741-2362339883678525550?l=barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/feeds/2362339883678525550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188422889391696741&amp;postID=2362339883678525550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/2362339883678525550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/2362339883678525550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/2010/09/hamily-home-feveling.html' title='Hamily Home Feveling'/><author><name>Amber Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153013413801987133</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/_ikJbBjuNwA0/TJ0M_gNZD7I/AAAAAAAAApw/uXkemlVHO8Y/s72-c/IMG_2306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188422889391696741.post-4022898054132125200</id><published>2010-03-18T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:23:46.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Years Old and all grown up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Watch out world, here she comes. Preschool today, too cool tomorrow. OK, so that wasn't as riveting as I had hoped, but how do you introduce someone as amazing as this little girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450206957416987954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/S6MGWfEzvTI/AAAAAAAAAkA/0_MfBjuImlg/s320/IMG_1422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posing at the park. You either have it or you don't and there's no denying she's got it! Can she just stay 4 forever? I think that would be much safer for all of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/S6MBCNq013I/AAAAAAAAAj4/ZxstBKbsZeM/s1600-h/I%27m+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450201111589082994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/S6MBCNq013I/AAAAAAAAAj4/ZxstBKbsZeM/s320/I%27m+4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lucy's birthday was a blur of pink, tea pots, and body spray (especially blurry for her friend Claire who accidentally got a spray of it in the eyes at the beginning of the party). We indulged in all things that make us feminine. I think I enjoyed it as much or more than Lucy did. I love having a girl -- especially a girly girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/S6MBBhESzoI/AAAAAAAAAjw/X-opvTXPr_E/s1600-h/IMG_1270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450201099616308866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/S6MBBhESzoI/AAAAAAAAAjw/X-opvTXPr_E/s320/IMG_1270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little about Lucy as she turns 4:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            Lucy loves painting, coloring, and taking care of her babies (multiple Ariels and Tinkerbells). She wears dress-ups 75% of the time. Her love for Ariel is only barely overshadowed by her need for her blankies. She truly treats me and the boys kindly, serving and helping whenever she can. In crowds she's rather shy, but can really ham it up around family and close friends. She kepts saying "You betcha!" today just because I thought it was funny. I guess she's been reading that Sarah Palin autobiography...so ahead of the game, I tell ya. For having very little in her genetic makeup that might make her a good dancer, she's showing early signs of really being a good hula dancer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had a few friends over for a Tea party, hosted by Nellie. We had finger sandwiches, tea (kool-aid), grapes, and other fancy treats. She chose an Ariel cake. We made jewelry (beads on pipe cleaner) and wore hats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/S6MBBNNsLAI/AAAAAAAAAjo/lsVIegaayQE/s1600-h/Girls+Pose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450201094287010818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/S6MBBNNsLAI/AAAAAAAAAjo/lsVIegaayQE/s320/Girls+Pose.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    Here's our spread (THANKS NELLIE!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450210139912251074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/S6MJPuyzpsI/AAAAAAAAAkI/RrORx5sZNMw/s320/IMG_1280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                      Best Cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/S6MBAf8FS1I/AAAAAAAAAjg/vly-CK9kaZg/s1600-h/Cute+Cousins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450201082133564242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/S6MBAf8FS1I/AAAAAAAAAjg/vly-CK9kaZg/s320/Cute+Cousins.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lucy speaks with the wisdom of a 4 year old already. She understands everything enough to say the most adorable thing about everything. For instance, today we found some squishy larvae thing on the porch. I picked it up (on a leaf-- we are girls, remember) and I said "It looks like it might turn in to something." Lucy -- "Yeah, like maybe it will turn in to a big magic hat!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not what I was thinking, but who knows? It's possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She came to tell on Sam once."He said "Not funny," with very unkindless words!" I guess she had turned the light off on him and he said "Not funny," in an angry voice. That was her way of explaining his tone of voice -- unkindless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're always trying to teach about Jesus, you know, allowing her to build her own testimony. But sometimes I wonder which synapses are actually firing as we teach. She often prays that Jesus will be safe. I was scrubbing the floor last week. She stepped on the scrub brush and started scrubbing by foot. I said "Wow, where'd you get that idea?" "Oh! Jesus give me this idea and I put it in my foot!" Seeds of thought are planted. I'm sure they'll take root sooner than later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagination at work: We enjoyed the magical spring weather yesterday by going out in the jungle gym while Ben napped. We took a blanket and a bag of books. As I got settled, she took the wheel (there's a wheel built in to the playhouse) and said "Let me just take us to the reading place." We read and snuggled until Sam came home -- I completely lost track of time. It doesn't get much better than that, as my Dad would say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188422889391696741-4022898054132125200?l=barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/feeds/4022898054132125200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188422889391696741&amp;postID=4022898054132125200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/4022898054132125200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/4022898054132125200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/2010/03/4-years-old-and-all-grown-up.html' title='4 Years Old and all grown up'/><author><name>Amber Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153013413801987133</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/_ikJbBjuNwA0/S6MGWfEzvTI/AAAAAAAAAkA/0_MfBjuImlg/s72-c/IMG_1422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188422889391696741.post-4026166084250167662</id><published>2010-02-17T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:04:01.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You make me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/S3zVodD8cWI/AAAAAAAAAiI/nGrwny-SmmA/s1600-h/IMG_1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439457340929372514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/S3zVodD8cWI/AAAAAAAAAiI/nGrwny-SmmA/s320/IMG_1145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lucy dressing up with friend Claire. This picture is strangely similar to one taken last year of their brothers (Sam and Carter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/S3zVoD4WQCI/AAAAAAAAAiA/91HsmvxP1vA/s1600-h/IMG_1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439457334169845794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/S3zVoD4WQCI/AAAAAAAAAiA/91HsmvxP1vA/s320/IMG_1162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just don't touch the Sephora stuff, K?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/S3zVnt2yRdI/AAAAAAAAAh4/QFC_jAlB5No/s1600-h/IMG_1123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439457328257713618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/S3zVnt2yRdI/AAAAAAAAAh4/QFC_jAlB5No/s320/IMG_1123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben wanted to dress up, too. He'd make a cute sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/S3zVmj0hPtI/AAAAAAAAAho/kIkYkCi5guY/s1600-h/IMG_1110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439457308383985362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/S3zVmj0hPtI/AAAAAAAAAho/kIkYkCi5guY/s320/IMG_1110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New haircut and feeling fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucy was cracking me up tonight! She napped today. She needed one and it always puts her in such a great mood for the rest of the evening. Other nights she's nodding off during family prayer or cranky and moody during the bedtime routine. Tonight, though, I couldn't stop laughing at her! She had on Sam's old shark PJ's (navy and white striped little shorts with a bright orange tip -- both pieces are very form fitting). She kept doing these funny walks and giving me huge grins to go along with her silly mood. Finally, I got her in bed, and I started singing "I have a family here on earth...." She starts relaxing. I get to the part where I sing "through all eternity." Lucy stops me. "You said Wall-e!" "No I didn't!" I didn't know what she was talking about. "Yeah -- Through Wall-e!" "OH," I say, " Through Wall-E!" This whole time I'm trying to teach my children about how our family is eternal and all she's hearing is "I want to share my life with them through Wall-e...." But at least she's listening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon I felt a little earthquake. I went to see if she had felt it. "Did you feel that earthquake, Lucy?"  "Where?" "There was an earthquake right now." "Where?" "It shook the house. It was right here." "Like this?" She lifts her arms up and shakes her hims in her signature hawaiian way. I can't help but laugh, but I think that's what she wanted. Where did she learn to shake those hips? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we went to the dentist and Lucy did something so thoughtful. Anything she does that surprises me is usually a function of something she watched on TV, unfortunately. But this I didn't mind her copying from the tube. We were on our way to the car when she spotted a trash bag on the ground. She pointed at it and said "Let's take care uh duh oaf (of the earth)!" "That's a great idea, Lucy!" She picked it up and put it in a nearby trash can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another cute story -- Chris overheard Lucy "calling the dr." on her play cell phone the other day. She had her Ariel dolly in her arms and spoke in a very concerned tone as she told the dr. the problem. "Hello Dr.? You need uh come ovuh right away! Yeah, 'cause Ariel's really really sick. She took a nap and then she went poo poo and she's really sick. Uh-huh. Ok. Bye." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188422889391696741-4026166084250167662?l=barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/feeds/4026166084250167662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188422889391696741&amp;postID=4026166084250167662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/4026166084250167662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/4026166084250167662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-make-me-smile.html' title='You make me smile'/><author><name>Amber Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153013413801987133</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/_ikJbBjuNwA0/S3zVodD8cWI/AAAAAAAAAiI/nGrwny-SmmA/s72-c/IMG_1145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188422889391696741.post-2139719428719637891</id><published>2009-12-20T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:22:20.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately I've been...</title><content type='html'>...decorating gingerbread houses.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/Sy8Nz4sLazI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/gR72uINrCsQ/s1600-h/IMG_0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417564061792168754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/Sy8Nz4sLazI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/gR72uINrCsQ/s320/IMG_0869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...climbing giant letters at Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/Sy8NzUAl3aI/AAAAAAAAAhI/AdYg2WmitkU/s1600-h/IMG_0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417564051945676194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/Sy8NzUAl3aI/AAAAAAAAAhI/AdYg2WmitkU/s320/IMG_0879.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...washing the car -- Mom actually let me wear my swimsuit in December! It doesn't get much better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/Sy8NHah5a3I/AAAAAAAAAhA/RItj_SGsr4Y/s1600-h/IMG_0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417563297781738354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/Sy8NHah5a3I/AAAAAAAAAhA/RItj_SGsr4Y/s320/IMG_0912.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...singing some Ariel songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e51f8b3ea85897bd" 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://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De51f8b3ea85897bd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331487435%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49376979DD6D58F662DD020049A1120F4B597351.4A456FA22D28C80996AAF2F65433297A849DA4DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De51f8b3ea85897bd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-5xiOc5fu_Idwm51RpnLKWEuRcs&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://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De51f8b3ea85897bd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331487435%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49376979DD6D58F662DD020049A1120F4B597351.4A456FA22D28C80996AAF2F65433297A849DA4DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De51f8b3ea85897bd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-5xiOc5fu_Idwm51RpnLKWEuRcs&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/6188422889391696741-2139719428719637891?l=barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/feeds/2139719428719637891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188422889391696741&amp;postID=2139719428719637891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/2139719428719637891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/2139719428719637891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/2009/12/lately-ive-been.html' title='Lately I&apos;ve been...'/><author><name>Amber Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153013413801987133</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/_ikJbBjuNwA0/Sy8Nz4sLazI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/gR72uINrCsQ/s72-c/IMG_0869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188422889391696741.post-8830385727329543766</id><published>2009-09-24T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:19:16.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy's Choice</title><content type='html'>Lucy picked what pictures we posted today. She also helped me write the picture descriptions. Now that it's just her and I for a portion of the day with Sam at school and Ben napping (something she's rarely had in her 3 years of life), it's nice for both of us to have some solid girl time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SrvRCVcHRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/3Es6225j3CI/s1600-h/Daddy%27s+beard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385127617496565026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SrvRCVcHRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/3Es6225j3CI/s320/Daddy%27s+beard.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Mommy and Daddy and Benny. We saw Mt. Rainier. I felt cold. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SrvRBEyBa4I/AAAAAAAAAVU/uqMUWtj_Wk8/s1600-h/DSC04655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385127595845184386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SrvRBEyBa4I/AAAAAAAAAVU/uqMUWtj_Wk8/s320/DSC04655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma is so fun to play with. She needs to come over and go to the park with us. I love to play on her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SrvRARuSazI/AAAAAAAAAVM/l_mxcX_ms3g/s1600-h/DSC04673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385127582139312946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SrvRARuSazI/AAAAAAAAAVM/l_mxcX_ms3g/s320/DSC04673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby Kate played on her belly. I like to play with her. I hold her. I make a funny face and she smiles at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385130247893123106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SrvTbcbhgCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/484wTwKkdpQ/s320/DSC04771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love Ariel. I play with her. And I love my blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385130231738227874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SrvTagP5XKI/AAAAAAAAAVs/C0Pp5OS2bg0/s320/DSC04738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  closing my eyes on the swing with Grandma (very risky, I know, but she's a wild one!). I liked it and I not scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188422889391696741-8830385727329543766?l=barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/feeds/8830385727329543766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188422889391696741&amp;postID=8830385727329543766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/8830385727329543766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/8830385727329543766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/2009/09/lucys-choice.html' title='Lucy&apos;s Choice'/><author><name>Amber Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153013413801987133</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/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SrvRCVcHRSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/3Es6225j3CI/s72-c/Daddy%27s+beard.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188422889391696741.post-4039031495006005024</id><published>2009-07-25T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:49:26.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/Smvcd4aQA8I/AAAAAAAAATs/xFz0ikRhnRs/s1600-h/IMG_6895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362622187231511490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/Smvcd4aQA8I/AAAAAAAAATs/xFz0ikRhnRs/s320/IMG_6895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had a moment when I found myself being like my mom kind of. It's a good thing. And it happens more and more. But my friend was over and we were watching the kids play when my friend turned to me and said "Why do you call her 'Goose?'" I said "Because she's Lucy" and then I realized that didn't really explain anything unless you were in my head. So I said "I mean, Lucy Goosey rhymes so we just shorten it and call her goose." My mom always calls me Shell because my middle name is Michelle and it's the shortened version of my nickname "Shelly Bell." Funny how those things get started and stick (sorry Bubba). &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362622194395792866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SmvceTGWReI/AAAAAAAAAT0/q2vKPpUjzRQ/s320/IMG_6917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goose decided to start talking about a month ago. She went through a growth spurt that took all of her energy and would go for days without hardly saying a work to us--just baby talk and whiny words. I was this close to going gluten free with the whole family (to see if that would effect her for the better) when she pulled out of it on her own. She started jabbering and hasn't really stopped. Today she saw me in the kitchen while she was playing with Dad and Sam. She said "Oh, Mom. There you are. Come here and see Dad now." She led me by the hand to the living room for the party. And recently she'll pop out the question "Mom, are you happy?" And I usually say yes, but once I said "No, because you're not going to sleep." She laid down and feigned sleep. She wants to please. I don't want her to feel like she has to, so I won't abuse that one, but it's sweet to hear my child's concern for her mother. I know none of this sounds spectacular, but for a girl who couldn't seem to put three words together, it's a relief and a bit of a shock whenever she puts more than a sentence together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her imagination has blossomed like her vocabulary. She has a tendency to get scared easier than the boys. She doesn't like to be outside alone in case a crow lands in the yard (all birds are crows, and I guess they're all dangerous to her!). The other day she almost went into the backyard alone, but as she opened the door she saw something and slammed it shut and gasped. "There's a monkey in the yard!" She adamantly declared she had seen and &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; see a monkey swinging in our tree. She tried to point it out to us and I think she even spooked Sam, who refused my suggestion to go monkey-hunting with her. A few hours later she peeked in the backyard and said "Oh, the monkey's all gone now," and stepped outside to play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day we had suited up for a dip in the hot (cold) tub in the backyard. Lucy suddenly looked up and said "Alligator!" I was worried after her monkey sighting that we would have to back inside. But it turns out the cloud looked just like an alligator. She had seen it right off. Sam said, no, it's a jet shooting out in the air. But Lucy knew what it was. She stuck to her guns. She wasn't scared, though. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362622202047287154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/Smvcevmmz3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/AP73XLn9F-g/s320/Fancy+Girl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Likes: Painting and coloring, puzzles, tea parties, being a helper, blankies (forever and always her first love!), catching pill bugs, swinging high, swimming and even putting her face in the water, playing with Afton, taking care of babies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dislikes: Bananas--she gags if she can see Ben eating his morning banana so I have to block her view with a cereal box. But sometimes she'll get in the mood and eat one, most fruit and vegies, Ben messing up her beds she makes for dolls, being away from Mom in a new place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188422889391696741-4039031495006005024?l=barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/feeds/4039031495006005024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188422889391696741&amp;postID=4039031495006005024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/4039031495006005024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/4039031495006005024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/2009/07/goose.html' title='Goose'/><author><name>Amber Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153013413801987133</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/_ikJbBjuNwA0/Smvcd4aQA8I/AAAAAAAAATs/xFz0ikRhnRs/s72-c/IMG_6895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188422889391696741.post-3211081227062367401</id><published>2009-05-24T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:30:09.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolly Polly Serial Killer</title><content type='html'>She looks so innocent. But really she's a killer. She stocks helpless little bugs, collects them in jars, gives them a "drink o' water" and it's all over. Soon they'll be calling her "Lucy Goosey Annette the Monster of Humanity!" Watch out rolly pollys! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339595895185497618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/ShoOLSCqXhI/AAAAAAAAAQk/_BZSVb_vPJU/s320/Lucy+smiles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wouldn't have thought that my little girl, who really is made of sugar and spice and everything nice, would love collecting bugs. Maybe it's a twist on her nurturing nature. On top of finding collections of bugs (outdoors except for once), I also find Tinkerbell and Ariel dollys being cared for and disciplined throughout the day. She gets them packed up for Disneyland, dresses them for church, brushes their teeth and does their hair, and even gives them time-outs (it had been a rough day for all of us!). Last night I found Tinkerbell sleeping up in Sam's bed. She (Lucy) must have snuck up there after he was asleep and put Tink to bed with him. Lucy also likes playing by herself much more than the boys. Today I went to check on her in her room and I knelt down beside her as she rummaged through the play food. She gently patted my knee and said as politely as can be"Mom, you get outta here?" Sometimes a girl just needs some alone time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188422889391696741-3211081227062367401?l=barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/feeds/3211081227062367401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188422889391696741&amp;postID=3211081227062367401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/3211081227062367401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/3211081227062367401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/2009/05/rolly-polly-serial-killer.html' title='Rolly Polly Serial Killer'/><author><name>Amber Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153013413801987133</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/_ikJbBjuNwA0/ShoOLSCqXhI/AAAAAAAAAQk/_BZSVb_vPJU/s72-c/Lucy+smiles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188422889391696741.post-5628471977216698104</id><published>2009-05-03T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:40:24.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Lucy and Afton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/Sf5v6HwzHGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/epotqJ2FKCA/s1600-h/DSCF1883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331822053160066146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/Sf5v6HwzHGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/epotqJ2FKCA/s320/DSCF1883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/Sf5v5jd2BrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AMuPrZGZbw0/s1600-h/DSCF1882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331822043416889010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/Sf5v5jd2BrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AMuPrZGZbw0/s320/DSCF1882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are the Best of Cousins, the Best of Friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they're together, the fun never ends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They like playing dress-ups in swimsuits and pajamas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And still always listen to their papas and their mamas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would we do without this dynamic duo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although to eachother we've passed the flu-oh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ariel and Tinkerbell are safe in their care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they'll even clean the room or cook you some good fare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love our sweet little darlings and hope that you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will always live closeby so our friendship will stay true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188422889391696741-5628471977216698104?l=barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/feeds/5628471977216698104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188422889391696741&amp;postID=5628471977216698104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/5628471977216698104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/5628471977216698104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/2009/05/ode-to-lucy-and-afton.html' title='Ode to Lucy and Afton'/><author><name>Amber Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153013413801987133</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/_ikJbBjuNwA0/Sf5v6HwzHGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/epotqJ2FKCA/s72-c/DSCF1883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188422889391696741.post-9192449141682929654</id><published>2009-04-13T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:21:02.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SeQaGj-cPqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/p3XUERAN4EE/s1600-h/DSCF1831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324409359497445026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SeQaGj-cPqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/p3XUERAN4EE/s320/DSCF1831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pose pretty for the picture! Smile! OK, now look at me! Now lift your chin up a little. Ok now eyes on me--AAAHHH there's a bird on my head! Wait, now show me your teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324409357403080386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SeQaGcLGxsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Wp0GumjQlno/s320/DSCF1838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Or do that, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the pictures my sweet Lucy takes are full of personality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SeQaGGYFC-I/AAAAAAAAANw/veVmXtr29Os/s1600-h/DSCF1817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324409351551912930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SeQaGGYFC-I/AAAAAAAAANw/veVmXtr29Os/s320/DSCF1817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had just gotten our new shipment of Barney Butter shirts in kid sizes and the kids took a picture to show them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324409363350707538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SeQaGyVIXVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/kj0WNGOwSaA/s320/DSCF1858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lucy and Afton have bonded as sisterly cousins. They disappear into the walls when they're together. They play with dolls, pretend to be doctors, and love to dress up. Lucy always talks Afton into joining her with her love affair for Ariel PJ's (we haven't been able to retire her 1T size PJ's yet. She keeps finding them even though she has two others to choose from!). Here you see Afton and Lucy in PJ's having their turn first at the Easter egg hunt. Lucy would pick each egg up, shake it, then throw it in her basket. Afton stopped and ate her candy after a few eggs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Lucy's birthday, we did a quick Q&amp;amp;A. Lucy isn't a big talker, you could say, so be patient. She actually &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; say something by the end of the video. Chris has asked her what her whole name is, in case that part is unclear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c34a65a224ce5bba" 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://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc34a65a224ce5bba%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331487435%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A461095F5E84AF3B38DDB6FE5626CB6663AE7C7.80659112496B8A30F9598046948874A1FDE87855%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc34a65a224ce5bba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DezLOAxf15pLrZvNJkv12WedYuR8&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://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc34a65a224ce5bba%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331487435%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A461095F5E84AF3B38DDB6FE5626CB6663AE7C7.80659112496B8A30F9598046948874A1FDE87855%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc34a65a224ce5bba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DezLOAxf15pLrZvNJkv12WedYuR8&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/6188422889391696741-9192449141682929654?l=barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c34a65a224ce5bba&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/feeds/9192449141682929654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188422889391696741&amp;postID=9192449141682929654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/9192449141682929654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/9192449141682929654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/2009/04/poses.html' title='Poses'/><author><name>Amber Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153013413801987133</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/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SeQaGj-cPqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/p3XUERAN4EE/s72-c/DSCF1831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188422889391696741.post-8452419372041401296</id><published>2008-11-21T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:31:13.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Spooky Halloween in Barneyville</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271364097993072994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SSelt96f4WI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xJnS7U-yhbc/s320/DSCF1203.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Halloween conflicted with Prop 8 work this year, so we did a lot of costume borrowing. We borrowed a beautiful ballerina costume from a friend (thanks Shonda!) and the instant Lucy put it on she became a floating, twirling personage of glitter and sparkles. I caught her a few times staring at herself in the mirror, just flitting from right to left. And then the candy comes. She popped See's chocolate pumpkin balls like they were going out of style! She must have my weakness for fine chocolate (and Nellie feeds that weakness!). Poor undernourished and overtired girl wanted nothing more than a bed by the end of the night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bf57c5433da88b79" 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://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbf57c5433da88b79%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331487435%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D268122A048378AC625C27548437E0464AB9B4EE1.1B2DF13E52D9D8323470353E0BB3E9C342AD0B75%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbf57c5433da88b79%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1e9s-e0YQeExB1qm5yEdZKNNBj4&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://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbf57c5433da88b79%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331487435%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D268122A048378AC625C27548437E0464AB9B4EE1.1B2DF13E52D9D8323470353E0BB3E9C342AD0B75%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbf57c5433da88b79%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1e9s-e0YQeExB1qm5yEdZKNNBj4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam, our Jedi warrior, thought he was one bad dude. He wanted to be a scary Jedi, though, so we (in a pinch) borrowed Grandma Nellie's eye shadow and he instantly went to the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271364092751375554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SSeltqYx7MI/AAAAAAAAAHU/1WgSeYOREXc/s320/DSCF1178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271364103052832066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SSeluQw1rUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/wD5fZl3MVPk/s320/DSCF1191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bad guy (with a sweet smile!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ben really got the shaft.  I had all these great ideas--the Chik-Fil-A cow, a sumo wrestler, a Holy Cow (a cow with wings and a halo--I guess I was on a cow kick), but alas they never blossomed into anything besides ideas.  I like to take advantage of the few years I get to choose their costumes, but maybe next year.  So Ben was a samurai just like Sam was at that age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271364111928500754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SSelux09ohI/AAAAAAAAAHs/aKEarYrA8AU/s320/DSCF1179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188422889391696741-8452419372041401296?l=barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bf57c5433da88b79&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/feeds/8452419372041401296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188422889391696741&amp;postID=8452419372041401296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/8452419372041401296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/8452419372041401296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/2008/11/spooky-halloween-in-barneyville.html' title='A Spooky Halloween in Barneyville'/><author><name>Amber Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153013413801987133</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/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SSelt96f4WI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xJnS7U-yhbc/s72-c/DSCF1203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6188422889391696741.post-7817094362555575943</id><published>2008-07-11T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:49:07.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bonnie the Great!</title><content type='html'>My Grandma Bonnie just celebrated her 70th birthday. I missed the party of the century up in Park City--they even set up fireworks downtown just for the occasion! It also happened to be the 4th of July. But Grandma--we were thinking of you and really wished we could have been there! I love you and have such wonderful memories: swimming at your house and pretending to be mermaids, shopping (of course), sinking into your comfy couch with a carton of bon bons close at hand...you taught us to be happy with whatever life dealt us and to show love to everyone. I miss you and wish we lived closer. I love you the MOST! Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little clip of Lucy singing you a birthday song. I didn't think she could handle "Great Grandma Bonnie" so we shortened it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dfd875dc1dc8438a" 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://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddfd875dc1dc8438a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331487435%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4024D29DF25163FDCE136DEC57D2CF4AF9EE3F5.4F25178EF19EFC6592736E902805017A4F1B8CF3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddfd875dc1dc8438a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvzAM0lj_XCC652Y14p4yFeI6DfE&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://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddfd875dc1dc8438a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331487435%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4024D29DF25163FDCE136DEC57D2CF4AF9EE3F5.4F25178EF19EFC6592736E902805017A4F1B8CF3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddfd875dc1dc8438a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvzAM0lj_XCC652Y14p4yFeI6DfE&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/6188422889391696741-7817094362555575943?l=barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dfd875dc1dc8438a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/feeds/7817094362555575943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188422889391696741&amp;postID=7817094362555575943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/7817094362555575943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/7817094362555575943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-bonnie-great.html' title='Happy Birthday Bonnie the Great!'/><author><name>Amber Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153013413801987133</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-6188422889391696741.post-2519556227486552224</id><published>2008-05-30T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T23:53:35.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In-N-Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SED1o9YFM-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/VEagE5agu_4/s1600-h/DSC01716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206431253259432930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SED1o9YFM-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/VEagE5agu_4/s400/DSC01716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Grandma Kristi came to visit when Ben was born, Lucy did a lot of this. And we wonder why Grandma is so popular? We all know how hard it is to stop sucking down a delicious In-N-Out chocolate milk shake. I think it might be even harder for a two-year-old to stop. I think she might have finished the thing in one continuous slurp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6188422889391696741-2519556227486552224?l=barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/feeds/2519556227486552224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6188422889391696741&amp;postID=2519556227486552224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/2519556227486552224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6188422889391696741/posts/default/2519556227486552224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barneyreport-lucygoosey.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-n-out.html' title='In-N-Out'/><author><name>Amber Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17153013413801987133</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://bp2.blogger.com/_ikJbBjuNwA0/SED1o9YFM-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/VEagE5agu_4/s72-c/DSC01716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
