<?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-4943247453552328518</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:56:28.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Mouth of Nathan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tricia A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022034923383109627</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943247453552328518.post-1156222364899693114</id><published>2009-09-01T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T14:13:57.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from June-August 2009</title><content type='html'>* 8/20/09 - "I need my shoes and things on my knees in case I trip." (you mean, shin guards?) first soccer season&lt;br /&gt;    * 8/20/09 - After playing our game of "what if we didn't have" a house, beds, etc. Tim: "And what if we didn't have Costco outside and then what?"&lt;br /&gt;    * 8/11/09 "Guess what Heavenly Father sent us Letters movies to learn our letters, and Heavenly Father sent Letter books to help us write letters."&lt;br /&gt;    * 7/23/09 "Heavenly Father doesn't want us to pop balloons."&lt;br /&gt;    * 7/22/09 " Wow, no diarrhea Tim, that's great!!"&lt;br /&gt;    * 6/20/09 - "It's Father's Day! Oh yeah, it's like Mother's Day but for dads."&lt;br /&gt;    * 6/10/09 Tim: "Mommy, I'm so stupid at you!" (he was very upset)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4943247453552328518-1156222364899693114?l=fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/feeds/1156222364899693114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4943247453552328518&amp;postID=1156222364899693114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/1156222364899693114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/1156222364899693114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/2010/12/quotes-from-june-august-2009.html' title='Quotes from June-August 2009'/><author><name>Tricia A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022034923383109627</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-4943247453552328518.post-4791870438544381647</id><published>2009-07-28T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:38:24.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from May 2009</title><content type='html'>5/29/09 - "Daddy, your hair fell off your head and went to your armpits and belly button because you don't say your prayers."&lt;br /&gt; 5/25/09 Dave: We better say the blessing or your belly button will fall off. "Hey wait, our belly buttons can't fall off, they're just holes." Dave: Well then you'll grow hair under your arms.&lt;br /&gt; 5/20/09 Tricia: Why do you like these? "Because Transformers and Scooby Doo are what makes my heart feel happy!"&lt;br /&gt; 5/13/09 - Tricia: Liberty, are you an angel? "Why, she's in white skin just like me?"&lt;br /&gt; 5/8/09 - "My mom's underwear goes all the way up to her neck." (thanks Nathan)&lt;br /&gt; 5/4/09 - Tim: I don't want to get baptized. Nathan: "You have to so you can live with Jesus again. Is Heaven in the Salt Lake Temple? Because He was looking at you in the tree in the picture."&lt;br /&gt; 5/4/09 - "I want to sleep until Christmastime. I want to sleep until my birthday."&lt;br /&gt; 5/3/09 - "If you sleep for like 100 days, you'd have lots of energy. Right, right?"&lt;br /&gt; 5/2/09 - Daddy: How do you know Liberty is a girl? Nathan: "Because she has a big bottom." Timmy: "NO, Nathan, because she is a sweetheart!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4943247453552328518-4791870438544381647?l=fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/feeds/4791870438544381647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4943247453552328518&amp;postID=4791870438544381647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/4791870438544381647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/4791870438544381647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/2009/07/quotes-from-may-2009.html' title='Quotes from May 2009'/><author><name>Tricia A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022034923383109627</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-4943247453552328518.post-5110662916041653181</id><published>2009-05-28T16:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:59:47.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from April 2009</title><content type='html'>4/27/09 - FHE (Armor of God): What do we wear before going to battle? "Our pajamas? Or I mean our clothes."&lt;br /&gt; 4/22/09 Tricia: What do you do on Earth Day? "You do earth things, [shrug shoulders] like you make planets and stuff."&lt;br /&gt; 4/22/09 "In Disneyland, that's where all the princesses live."&lt;br /&gt; 4/17/09 - "Can you see really far with the eyes on the back of your head? What if it was really dark [in] the whole house?"&lt;br /&gt; 4/14/09 - "Daddy can't defeat snakes. They live in the desert caves. That's why we can't go sleep in the desert." (Fathers and Sons Campout Anxiety)&lt;br /&gt; 4/11/09 - Nathan, what's your strategy for the Easter egg hunt? "Get the most eggs?"&lt;br /&gt; 4/3/09 - "Hey Mom, my mouth doesn't feel silly anymore. My tooth and lips and tongue are awake now." (next morning after going to the dentist)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4943247453552328518-5110662916041653181?l=fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/feeds/5110662916041653181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4943247453552328518&amp;postID=5110662916041653181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/5110662916041653181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/5110662916041653181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/2009/05/quotes-from-april-2009.html' title='Quotes from April 2009'/><author><name>Tricia A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022034923383109627</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-4943247453552328518.post-302492046827312412</id><published>2009-04-27T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:32:27.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from March 2009</title><content type='html'>3/28/09 - "Mom write Nathan wants six snakes for Christmas. First it starts with 'Nathan', then 'wants'. I want ten of everything, snakes, turtles, rhinos..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/27/09 - Tricia: Oh my word. Nathan: "We don't say that Mommy, we only say Heavenly Father's word."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/26/09 - Tim: "I don't want to buy a different house because I like this house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/23/09 - "I wanted to go to Utah for my birthday present. How many days, how many minutes does it take to get to Utah? That's where our cousins are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/20/09 - "Mom, you know why I am the meatball monster? Because I eat all the meatballs in the whole 'tire world!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/9/09 - "Can you go one hundred fast? Now, I'm the tagger because you just tagged me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/7/09 - "Mom, pet rocks are really cool! You don't just buy them, you make them!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4943247453552328518-302492046827312412?l=fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/feeds/302492046827312412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4943247453552328518&amp;postID=302492046827312412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/302492046827312412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/302492046827312412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/2009/04/quotes-from-march.html' title='Quotes from March 2009'/><author><name>Tricia A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022034923383109627</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-4943247453552328518.post-472080450697958931</id><published>2009-04-03T16:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:59:40.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from February 2009</title><content type='html'>2/23/09 - "Well the medicine won't help me breathe under water." Tricia: When will you be under water? "When I'm eight."&lt;br /&gt; 2/21/09 - "Come on Michael, Google Earth is much funner than Geotrax."&lt;br /&gt; 2/18/09 - "Hey, Mom, you know why they call them suckers? Because they get little when you suck them."&lt;br /&gt; 2/13/09 - Mom: Tim, we don't whine. Nathan: "Yeah and we don't drink wine either! It will make us sick." (BOM reading this week: drunken Lamanite guards)&lt;br /&gt; 2/8/09 - "Scooby Doo is for fruits." (after looking at his fruit of the loom underwear tag)&lt;br /&gt; 2/5/09 - "Tim was King Noah, I was Tim's servant and he told me to kill Abinidi. Liberty was Abinidi and if I touched her I would die?" (Scripture role play)&lt;br /&gt; 2/4/09 - "Mom, are you cutting off the beard on the back of my neck?"&lt;br /&gt; 2/3/09 - "Can I go in my room? In your room, go to sleep. In my room, no!" (his understanding of quiet time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4943247453552328518-472080450697958931?l=fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/feeds/472080450697958931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4943247453552328518&amp;postID=472080450697958931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/472080450697958931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/472080450697958931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/2009/04/quotes-from-february-2009.html' title='Quotes from February 2009'/><author><name>Tricia A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022034923383109627</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-4943247453552328518.post-4294349622761446714</id><published>2009-02-05T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:29:37.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from January 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/28/09 - After Tricia had to help Dave put a lid on tupperware, Dave said, "I'm retarded." Nathan responded, "You're not retarded. I'm retarded." [watch what you say around your kids]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/28/09 - Nathan's response to leftovers: "When you have something that you ate already, well, you can't have it again. We can't eat that for days!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/23/09 - "Is Barack Obama good or bad?" He's bad. "We need all the transformers to come and get him."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/23/09 - "Why did Heavenly Father make me come first?  Because I am older than my little brother?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/18/09 "Dad, why were you born before me?" Dave: "So I could be your dad." Nathan: "Oh yeah, that's right."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/16/09 - Sitting on pedestal sink, washing his dirty feet - Tricia: Are you safe up there? "Yeah, Daddy calls me spiderman, because I cannot fall."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/8/09 Nathan's commentary while watching Diego: "Why do you keep talking to us? Stop talking to us!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/5/09 "Mom, at church I learned about choosing the right. If you broke the swing and it wasn't you, that's the wrong part." "When you do something wrong, choose the right."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2/09 Nathan, after dipping and leaving several tortilla chips in salsa: "Look, it's a spicy hoe down!" Tricia: "What's a Hoe Down Nathan?" Nathan: "It's where you have cake, and violins, and juice boxes, and dancing."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/1/09 Nathan's comments while hiking in the San Tan Mountains: "We have to hurry before the sun goes down, or the coyotes will eat us!" . . . "Look, Dad, a magic rock . . . there are lots of magic rocks." . . .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/1/09 "Dad, I'm strong like Optimus Prime and I'm brave like BumbleBee, because I'm not afraid of anything." Dave: What about coyotes? "Uhm, I just don't want coyotes around but I'm not afraid of them."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4943247453552328518-4294349622761446714?l=fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/feeds/4294349622761446714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4943247453552328518&amp;postID=4294349622761446714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/4294349622761446714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/4294349622761446714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/2009/02/12809-after-tricia-had-to-help-dave-put.html' title='Quotes from January 2009'/><author><name>Tricia A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022034923383109627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943247453552328518.post-2863243753009134088</id><published>2009-01-16T09:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:59:48.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from December</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;12/24/08 Dave: "Nathan, you're growing up way too fast." Nathan: "I know Dad, I don't want to get big. I want to stay the size I am now."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12/19/08 Dave: Nathan, this year we're going to ask Santa to give all your toys to kids that don't have any toys. Nathan: "Some kids don't want toys, that is why people don't have toys because they do not like them."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12/9 "Mom, when is your tummy going to get big again. I want another baby." Me: Not anytime soon!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12/7 "Dad, Heavenly Father makes black widows go away. He makes all scary things go away."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12/4 "Dad, to win, you have to score more points than the other guys."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12/4 "The Oversons are going to come back here.  We need to hide when they come back."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4943247453552328518-2863243753009134088?l=fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/feeds/2863243753009134088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4943247453552328518&amp;postID=2863243753009134088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/2863243753009134088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/2863243753009134088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/2009/01/quotes-from-december.html' title='Quotes from December'/><author><name>Tricia A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022034923383109627</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-4943247453552328518.post-4213027672550758844</id><published>2008-12-07T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:16:01.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from October</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;10/28/08 - "That's why we call him daddy, because he works so hard."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10/26/08 "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10, eleven or not here I come."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10/24/08 " Mom, did you know that Heavenly Father made me do my straps? You see if Heavenly Father wants us to do something he makes us do it. He made me do my bottom straps. He can help us do some things we cannot do all by ourselves, he can help us!" (Nathan learned how to buckle himself into his car seat, he was VERY excited.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10/20/08 "Oh no, baby dropped your frog, there you go baby." (Liberty's new name: baby)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10/17/08 - "Why does baby have a big, big, BIG head like me?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10/16/08 - "Mom, I hope your birthday never ends."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10/2/08 - "Mom, we don't have time for the computer, we only have time for Lincoln Logs and for dinner."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10/20/08 - "Oh, baby, you're wearing pink, that's my favorite color. Oh, I'm sorry, that's not my favorite color."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10/16/08 "Mom, I hope your birthday never ends!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10/2/08 - "Today is going to be a fun day, because you aren't going to be angry at me and I'm going to be happy at you. It's going to be a fun day!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10/5/08 "Dad, don't slap me on the back." Dave: "I'm just playing with you Nathan. That's how I show love to you." Nathan: "That's not love Dad. Slapping is not love."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10/4/08 "Mom and Dad, we don't kiss on the lips in this house." Dave: "How about outside?" Nathan: "Yeah, you can kiss on the lips outside."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4943247453552328518-4213027672550758844?l=fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/feeds/4213027672550758844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4943247453552328518&amp;postID=4213027672550758844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/4213027672550758844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/4213027672550758844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/2008/12/quotes-from-october.html' title='Quotes from October'/><author><name>Tricia A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022034923383109627</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-4943247453552328518.post-2077117917113211108</id><published>2008-11-30T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:36:30.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from November</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;11/23/08 - "It's so nice that they colored their walls red." (referring to the walls in our home)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;11/21/08 Nathan, why do you like this? "Because I just take Brigham's power to watch Scooby Doo, that's why!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;11/4/08 "Tim, you can't have milk because it will throw you up!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;11/2/08 "I got myself all dressed today." Tricia: Nathan, that's so great! (Tricia leaves the room) Nathan to Daddy: "Daddy I think I gave mom the wrong message." (Dave helped him get dressed)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4943247453552328518-2077117917113211108?l=fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/feeds/2077117917113211108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4943247453552328518&amp;postID=2077117917113211108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/2077117917113211108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/2077117917113211108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/2009/01/quotes-from-november.html' title='Quotes from November'/><author><name>Tricia A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022034923383109627</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-4943247453552328518.post-5421061101451932842</id><published>2008-10-29T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:06:29.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from September</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;9/20/08 "Please let me see Liberty, I promise, I promise, I'll get back in my seat, I promise, Mama." (traveling home from San Diego)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9/7/08 Nathan after Tricia discovered a huge mess he had made: "Mom, I am so sorry.  This is the worst day of your entire life."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9/3/08 Nathan's newest insult: "Tim, you're a diaper rash."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4943247453552328518-5421061101451932842?l=fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/feeds/5421061101451932842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4943247453552328518&amp;postID=5421061101451932842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/5421061101451932842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/5421061101451932842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/2008/10/quotes-from-september.html' title='Quotes from September'/><author><name>Tricia A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022034923383109627</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-4943247453552328518.post-5518376731181843479</id><published>2008-10-05T21:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:39:07.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from August</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;8/30/08 (Family sitting at table, Dave reading the Sunday paper) "Dad, we don't read the news on Sunday, only the scriptures."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8/30/08 Nathan: "Dad, come and see the house I built." Dave: "Why don't you help me fix our house that you've destroyed." Nathan: "I didn't destroy it Dad, it just keeps falling apart."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8/24/08 "I'm going to hide under my covers because I need my 'privatesy.'"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8/24/08 - "Tim stop crying, so I can hear the words I want to speak."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8-13-08 - "Tim, you cannot come into my cave because it's private. I want to be left alone for my nap." (hiding under the covers)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4943247453552328518-5518376731181843479?l=fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/feeds/5518376731181843479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4943247453552328518&amp;postID=5518376731181843479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/5518376731181843479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/5518376731181843479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/2008/10/quotes-from-august.html' title='Quotes from August'/><author><name>Tricia A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022034923383109627</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-4943247453552328518.post-2779831554546244192</id><published>2008-08-24T10:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:30:24.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from July</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;7/30/08 - "Mom, look, this is the biggest, biggest raisin you have ever seen, it's HUGE!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7/27/08 - "Dad has a headache in his head.  He can't get it out because his head is too hard."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7/27/08 - "Goodbye, Dad. Have a nice good trip to your meeting." (Sunday church meetings, Dave's the EQP)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7/27/08 - "Bugs keep getting into our house. They keep following the crumb trail." (After multiple reminders each day to eat at the table)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7/25/08 - "Liberty don't cry. Don't cry, you're a princess."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7/10/08 - "Don't talk to me. Don't talk to me because I'm a secret."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4943247453552328518-2779831554546244192?l=fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/feeds/2779831554546244192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4943247453552328518&amp;postID=2779831554546244192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/2779831554546244192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/2779831554546244192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/2008/08/quotes-from-july.html' title='Quotes from July'/><author><name>Tricia A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022034923383109627</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-4943247453552328518.post-7065518258752855410</id><published>2008-07-01T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T14:19:55.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from June</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;6/24/08 "That's my best cousin Jackson. I love him. Michael and Jackson are my favorite cousins. I love them." (I'm just glad he doesn't love Michael Jackson!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6-22-08 "Mom, why is this a zipper tie? I don't like it because it's too zippy, and slappy and dangerous!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6-16-08 What else do you have to say Nathan: "That's being naughty Tim, you're the naughtiest boy."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6-16-08 "Mom, I didn't sleep well last night. That's why scary Grandma's came out of my closet last night. Last night was scary."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6-15-08 "Dad, there are so many people here, there's not even going to be enough water." (Very worried about the amount of water during Sacrament)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6-15-08 "Mom, I was so good today in my class. I didn't even hit." (He promised to be good in order to go to cousins for Father's Day dinner)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4943247453552328518-7065518258752855410?l=fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/feeds/7065518258752855410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4943247453552328518&amp;postID=7065518258752855410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/7065518258752855410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/7065518258752855410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/2008/07/quotes-from-june-2008.html' title='Quotes from June'/><author><name>Tricia A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022034923383109627</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-4943247453552328518.post-7741468108106271333</id><published>2008-06-16T13:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:26:07.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from May</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;5-19-08 For FHE we read the book, "Nephi, Nephi, The Scriptures are True." We asked Nathan what the "ball" was called and he said the "Honalina." You'd have to hear it to appreciate this one!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(5-19-08) "Mom, when I was little I got to wear Tim's shoes, back when I was a little boy." (After looking at a picture of himself in sandals)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(5-10-08) "Dad, I can't close my eyes when I'm sleeping." Why not, Nathan?  "Cause I don't know how."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(5-11-08) Comment made after Nathan was screaming in our van ---&gt; Nathan, you're not the center of the universe. "Yes, I am. Dad you're the center of the schoolbus." What does that mean?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I love my cousins, they're useful, like Thomas." (Thomas the very useful engine)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4943247453552328518-7741468108106271333?l=fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/feeds/7741468108106271333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4943247453552328518&amp;postID=7741468108106271333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/7741468108106271333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/7741468108106271333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/2008/06/quotes-from-may.html' title='Quotes from May'/><author><name>Tricia A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022034923383109627</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-4943247453552328518.post-5626094339985321882</id><published>2008-05-01T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:30:55.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from April</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;(4-22-08) "The Prophet says you should play with me right now!" Later that day: "Hey Mom, when it's snowing outside I want to make a snow monster!!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(4-20-08) "Dad, we need to keep our house safe from Satan. He's the bad guy. Why? Because we don't like Satan, do we!?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(4-10-08) "Mom, Tim's not being obedient up here. Should we call Daddy and tell him he's not being obedient? He's not being good today. Where's the phone?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(4-2-08) "Mom, don't rub my head anymore because I don't like it.  I like hugs and remember... I like kisses."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4943247453552328518-5626094339985321882?l=fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/feeds/5626094339985321882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4943247453552328518&amp;postID=5626094339985321882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/5626094339985321882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/5626094339985321882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/2008/05/quotes-from-april.html' title='Quotes from April'/><author><name>Tricia A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022034923383109627</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-4943247453552328518.post-398594282605290103</id><published>2008-04-01T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:31:47.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from March</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;(3-31-08) Nathan on the phone with Santa: "Santa, don't bring mommy any presents, she's been naughty today. Bring me lots of presents and bring Tim a present, he's been good today."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(3-27-08) "Daddy, I don't want you to go to work next week." Dave says, but Nathan if I don't go to work then we wouldn't have money for our house, food, toys and such. Do you want me to work or do you want to have nothing? "I want nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(3-17-08) "Mommy, how can I make you happy?  I want you to be happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(3-18-08) "Mommy, why are you on the computer? Are you going to stay on there all day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4943247453552328518-398594282605290103?l=fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/feeds/398594282605290103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4943247453552328518&amp;postID=398594282605290103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/398594282605290103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4943247453552328518/posts/default/398594282605290103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthemouthofnathan.blogspot.com/2008/04/quotes-from-march.html' title='Quotes from March'/><author><name>Tricia A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17022034923383109627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
