<?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-4434612439208174785</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:45:44.875-07:00</updated><category term='SHE'/><category term='HE'/><title type='text'>HaPPy MoM</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bothayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SmQ59Fv1jlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q9pFT0FApXk/S220/bosy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434612439208174785.post-8683629451391947743</id><published>2010-01-19T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T15:35:11.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's weird for a teenager to confess that easy with a guilt,but fortunately i heard that confession..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She wasn't praying in a regular attitude..skipping many times of prayers claiming she forgot or whatever excuses..her dad made long time ago a neat schedule for both of them to be checked five times daily..just to make them aware about their progress..that was really long time ago and they were never (punished) when they delay some prayers..we were only commenting and they always follow again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now,she just told me that she is bad..she feels she's not kind..and God doesn't accept her prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then she confessed that she checked earlier that schedule to avoid punishment,then she completed in a sad way that (the one who care about anyone more than God) is a bad one deeply inside and God won't ever support him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;what to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I gathered myself to assure to her that she was young then and she wasn't committed to pray.. we did that for her just to get used to pray regularly.. and i made a speech about it's never too late to get back to the right way whenever we feel guilty..and the main thing i stressed on was : God love us all and she is really good and kind deep inside..and she mustn't ever give up hope in God mercy and forgiveness all time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;was that enough? i don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434612439208174785-8683629451391947743?l=raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8683629451391947743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434612439208174785&amp;postID=8683629451391947743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/8683629451391947743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/8683629451391947743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/2010/01/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Bothayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SmQ59Fv1jlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q9pFT0FApXk/S220/bosy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434612439208174785.post-8885585147001927624</id><published>2010-01-12T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:17:22.284-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SHE'/><title type='text'>Final Exam..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/S00A65oop5I/AAAAAAAAAWs/iKA2ZA8NNHw/s1600-h/kids_studying.jpg.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/S00A65oop5I/AAAAAAAAAWs/iKA2ZA8NNHw/s1600/kids_studying.jpg.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We are in our last days in the first term waiting for its final exam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;the funny days had gone and the balance ones are so hard for both of them specially they were not attending regularly their school classes as the swine flu attacks hard. So we were totally depending on ourselves to study everything with only signs from teachers by phone :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;I guess I must admit that i'm afraid even more than they feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434612439208174785-8885585147001927624?l=raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8885585147001927624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434612439208174785&amp;postID=8885585147001927624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434612439208174785.post-1605829140013824557</id><published>2009-12-16T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:08:50.645-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SHE'/><title type='text'>Her Facebook Account..</title><content type='html'>The story begins from her facebook accout..it was deserted for two years before she started to give it her complete concern again&lt;br /&gt;She needed my help to refresh her memory on how to use it then in few days i found many of her friends are added to our existing young relatives&lt;br /&gt;Then she got involved in some game in which she interact with strangers other than her listed friends..&lt;br /&gt;I kept watching and spying in silent..telling my advices..&lt;br /&gt;I really felt happy when she told me that she's the only one adding her mother to her account and she likes that..&lt;br /&gt;The shock came just few days ago when she joined her school group and i found many boys talking and disscussing many notes..the one who got my attention was titled : agmad 10 mozaz in our school !!&lt;br /&gt;For whom who cant get the meaning of that title, it points to the most "stylish &amp; pretty" girls in the damn school !!&lt;br /&gt; i think that what 'thirteen years old boys mean' !!&lt;br /&gt;I opened it to find three lists by members..i searched to find her name not listed..&lt;br /&gt;I got relaxed "actually i can't tell what i felt exactly" but she came and had a look to the page and said : those boys are only teasing each other by putting the names of some others' sisters in such lists !!!!&lt;br /&gt;I asked 'with a small laugh' : where is your name then?&lt;br /&gt;She said : it'll be added in the list titled : the most wild girls in our school..be relaxed..you are updated of all my steps..&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;It's my first time to feel confused..worried..and not controlling&lt;br /&gt;My first time to see her a grown little girl..and to wonder : what to say in case a friend tells her that she is pretty !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434612439208174785-1605829140013824557?l=raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1605829140013824557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434612439208174785&amp;postID=1605829140013824557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/1605829140013824557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/1605829140013824557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/2009/12/her-facebook-account.html' title='Her Facebook Account..'/><author><name>Bothayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SmQ59Fv1jlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q9pFT0FApXk/S220/bosy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434612439208174785.post-5962109954437680261</id><published>2009-12-11T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:58:01.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying English..</title><content type='html'>She started by telling me that if we were classmates she would love me the most :)&lt;br /&gt;i didn't buy that and we started studying anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;Actually we're passing a nice time stucking together studying and living as bookworms..although that might -in ordinary cases-lead to big troubles but thanks God that's not our case at all&lt;br /&gt;She is brilliant enough :) adding to that she has a high sense of humor and joking just in time..&lt;br /&gt;Today we were reading a part of the novel 'call of the wild' that talk about a dog that was stolen from his calm environment and transferred to work hard in pulling sleds..she had a bad experience with dogs earlier when they attacked her with no harm..but that sad memory didn't make her feel any sympathy with 'Buck', the stolen dog..so,we exchanged talks about the difference between street dogs and the loyal dog pets till she finally cried while reading about an innocent stolen female dog who was killed by the other wild ones..i did it :)&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't my aim to cause her cry of course but i wanted to make her far away of her bad memories and to overcome this bad accident.&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing in that story is the great sum of vocabulary we face..anyway i'm happy of her progress and level inspite of all that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434612439208174785-5962109954437680261?l=raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5962109954437680261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434612439208174785&amp;postID=5962109954437680261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/5962109954437680261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/5962109954437680261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/2009/12/studying-english.html' title='Studying English..'/><author><name>Bothayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SmQ59Fv1jlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q9pFT0FApXk/S220/bosy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434612439208174785.post-3538413387031385310</id><published>2009-09-05T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:32:40.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They make memories..</title><content type='html'>I discovered this fact lately when we went through some talk about our old flat.&lt;br /&gt;One is ususlly concerned about how others affect him,that was what in my mind,thinking only how they were acting,playing and growing..thinking how i was controling them and affecting them&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked when they started to tell their impressions about me and their father,and some little bad actions they succeeded to hide :)&lt;br /&gt;It was a little bit strange to recall things from their view..&lt;br /&gt;That made me 'see' and hope to make much more nice memories for them,still i have time,i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434612439208174785-3538413387031385310?l=raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3538413387031385310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434612439208174785&amp;postID=3538413387031385310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/3538413387031385310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/3538413387031385310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/they-make-memories.html' title='They make memories..'/><author><name>Bothayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SmQ59Fv1jlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q9pFT0FApXk/S220/bosy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434612439208174785.post-5364040366150438731</id><published>2009-07-30T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T03:55:04.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SnF76MaXKtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/xJqVGeG7J7A/s1600-h/MomKids.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364204870869396178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SnF76MaXKtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/xJqVGeG7J7A/s320/MomKids.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I'm back here again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Earlier.. I had some bad feelings towards my writings here and there and everywhere so i closed all my windows and kept one blog .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I dunno if i'm doing good here or not but i 've someone who said : come back and write again about your kids..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;So.. i will :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/4434612439208174785-5364040366150438731?l=raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5364040366150438731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434612439208174785&amp;postID=5364040366150438731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/5364040366150438731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/5364040366150438731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/2009/07/again.html' title='Again..'/><author><name>Bothayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SmQ59Fv1jlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q9pFT0FApXk/S220/bosy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SnF76MaXKtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/xJqVGeG7J7A/s72-c/MomKids.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434612439208174785.post-7567780435841256061</id><published>2008-12-26T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T14:21:54.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question!</title><content type='html'>How can i know his intelligence rate ? &lt;br /&gt;A stressing question as i got confused lately when i compared his reactions,knowledge,interests and capabilities with his older sister!&lt;br /&gt;She was much better in all that,and that stress me a lot,keeps me thinking in the causes to get to solutions and i became to that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My behaviour towards him,dealing with him as the younger one,laughing at his mistakes,having a permenant thought : 'he ll not get it cause he's still young' and finally spoiling him sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;"i got attention to that and im working always to explain and answer and to deal with him as a big boy"&lt;br /&gt;2. He is just like that,less than her.&lt;br /&gt;"no,he's not,his intelligence in many situations tells not,he's eager to know,asking millions of questions,that tells it's a lake of what he get"&lt;br /&gt;3.The famous quote : 'girls when young are usually smarter than boys'&lt;br /&gt;"it relieves me really but i won't count on it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i have a lot of work to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434612439208174785-7567780435841256061?l=raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7567780435841256061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434612439208174785&amp;postID=7567780435841256061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/7567780435841256061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/7567780435841256061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/2008/12/question.html' title='A Question!'/><author><name>Bothayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SmQ59Fv1jlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q9pFT0FApXk/S220/bosy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434612439208174785.post-2930925148091520469</id><published>2008-05-30T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:37:06.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chickenpox</title><content type='html'>She is sick :(&lt;br /&gt;She has just finished her final exams but at her last day she had some fever,&lt;br /&gt;it's ok, i said&lt;br /&gt;we will take some pills and everything will be ok, we will go through our plans for this summer&lt;br /&gt; isA&lt;br /&gt;At midnight, some spots starts to appear filled with water :(&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we went to her doctor who said: it's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kidshealth.org/parent/infections/bacterial_viral/chicken_pox.html"&gt;Chickenpox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a viral illness and can infect kids and elders depending on their immunlty&lt;br /&gt;it lasts for 3 weeks,pulses of spots that will be dried soon&lt;br /&gt;restrictions:&lt;br /&gt;No water allowed to touch her body&lt;br /&gt;High care should be taken for the spots to be dried normally&lt;br /&gt;No choclates&lt;br /&gt;Her brother should be isolated away from her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last restriction is another story :(&lt;br /&gt;he was used to stay at his grandpa's home but this time he went by force, cried much to not to leave her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our 2nd day,she is nearly red :(&lt;br /&gt;crying when she looks to the mirror&lt;br /&gt;I am cheering her up,i said to her she becomes a real fan for el Ahly club as she becomes red&lt;br /&gt;I can't even show my sadness towards her :( I am laughing, joking, playing cards with her although i hate cards :(&lt;br /&gt;Her main problem now is how to pray without using water&lt;br /&gt;But the most lovely thing is what she said :&lt;br /&gt;the bad thing in my illness is that u can't kiss or hug me :( &lt;br /&gt;I pray to God she gets ok soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434612439208174785-2930925148091520469?l=raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2930925148091520469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434612439208174785&amp;postID=2930925148091520469' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/2930925148091520469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/2930925148091520469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/2008/05/chickenpox.html' title='Chickenpox'/><author><name>Bothayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SmQ59Fv1jlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q9pFT0FApXk/S220/bosy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434612439208174785.post-8514605745731640625</id><published>2008-05-09T05:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T06:22:13.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A shiny morning ..</title><content type='html'>It was a kissing party today's morning :D&lt;br /&gt;He &amp; She noticed that i slept sad for 'some' reasons ,so..&lt;br /&gt;They gave me a shiny start for Friday.&lt;br /&gt;He ..He is trying to concentrate in his English course ;D&lt;br /&gt;that's a big job from his side,and finally succeeded to know every month's order in the year..Good job koko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She..She is getting more nosy with adults talks,noticing and starting to give comments using her 'movies background'.&lt;br /&gt;She just said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meen elly 2al en elgawaz mo2lem&lt;br /&gt;no problem&lt;br /&gt;:)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434612439208174785-8514605745731640625?l=raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8514605745731640625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434612439208174785&amp;postID=8514605745731640625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/8514605745731640625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/8514605745731640625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/2008/05/shiny-morning.html' title='A shiny morning ..'/><author><name>Bothayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SmQ59Fv1jlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q9pFT0FApXk/S220/bosy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434612439208174785.post-4790786351499609121</id><published>2008-03-24T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:56:21.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is a trouble maker :D</title><content type='html'>He ll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;so i couldn't believe what his teachers said !&lt;br /&gt;Sure they don't love him as i do ..but how come !&lt;br /&gt;I know he is not that queit there,but i'm sure he is trapped by his freinds because of his kind heart and simple way of thinking,acting and talking..&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mother after all :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434612439208174785-4790786351499609121?l=raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4790786351499609121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434612439208174785&amp;postID=4790786351499609121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/4790786351499609121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/4790786351499609121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-is-trouble-maker-d.html' title='He is a trouble maker :D'/><author><name>Bothayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SmQ59Fv1jlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q9pFT0FApXk/S220/bosy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434612439208174785.post-6247098491575308544</id><published>2008-01-10T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T17:29:03.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/R4bBzVjE0rI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/q8KcdP8wldA/s1600-h/3412132-md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154019911273861810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/R4bBzVjE0rI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/q8KcdP8wldA/s320/3412132-md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;photo copyrights to : Amber Shakir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She has a nice memory !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she was telling me about her memories in primary one ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got astonished cause i was thinking that WE are only the ones who have memories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she told me about her hard time before exams.. and her confusion in writing &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; and their meaning in questions :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She told me that her favourite time was when studying stories :) those little ones which we were used to study hugging each other in bed :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She told me that she was not knowing what i meant with "tense" when studying English, and said : I'm playing with tenses now as football :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Finally when we were studying the respiratory system component, we came to the vocal cords .. she said : skip it.. I know them very well .. they are as the sound card in computer :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434612439208174785-6247098491575308544?l=raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6247098491575308544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434612439208174785&amp;postID=6247098491575308544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/6247098491575308544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/6247098491575308544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/2008/01/studying-times.html' title='Studying Times'/><author><name>Bothayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SmQ59Fv1jlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q9pFT0FApXk/S220/bosy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/R4bBzVjE0rI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/q8KcdP8wldA/s72-c/3412132-md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434612439208174785.post-507497972850590981</id><published>2007-11-11T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T04:21:08.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>she is my favourite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3441416-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3441416-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;photo copyrights to :Claude Germain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she is my favourite now !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she can feel me..trust me.. tell me all her secrets but want the same !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think i'm living with her a shiny period of life and hope to continue and last forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;relax my baby i won't tell ur secrets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm just documenting our progress :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434612439208174785-507497972850590981?l=raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/feeds/507497972850590981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434612439208174785&amp;postID=507497972850590981' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/507497972850590981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/507497972850590981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/2007/11/she-is-my-favourite.html' title='she is my favourite'/><author><name>Bothayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SmQ59Fv1jlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q9pFT0FApXk/S220/bosy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434612439208174785.post-4517972061742147648</id><published>2007-10-01T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T06:47:33.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/4491007-md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/4491007-md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;photos copy rights to: photonet.com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Surprise !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our young relative :20 years old was just visiting us yesterday..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He made a wonderfull surprise for us.. for her actually (^_^)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He made her that clip using her old and new photos.. collected them from our relatives every where..with a unique background : the song of the lovely and crazy singer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.salmiya.net/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;el3essaily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://egyptian.salmiya.net/songs/al3asly/ram/al3asly21.ram"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TARARAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She got crazy.. her happiness is a mix of childhood extremes and.. adult ones &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think she is still very young to feel such things.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am i thinking wrong? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434612439208174785-4517972061742147648?l=raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4517972061742147648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434612439208174785&amp;postID=4517972061742147648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/4517972061742147648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/4517972061742147648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/2007/10/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>Bothayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SmQ59Fv1jlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q9pFT0FApXk/S220/bosy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434612439208174785.post-6232749325098735590</id><published>2007-09-18T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T03:14:10.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BaCk to ScHoOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/Ru-jR_9XUnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/01ODJ34lHfk/s1600-h/180920071278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111483631710720626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/Ru-jR_9XUnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/01ODJ34lHfk/s320/180920071278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those will be my activities in the next coming months&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are ending this year the primary stage, and must be very qualified to the next, she is fine, helpfull, I mean she is not that much dependent, she can handle her own stuff well, but i have to follow,,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the younger one KoKo, I'm trying to avoid thinking :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It will be a battle,,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/4434612439208174785-6232749325098735590?l=raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6232749325098735590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434612439208174785&amp;postID=6232749325098735590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/6232749325098735590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/6232749325098735590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-to-school.html' title='BaCk to ScHoOL'/><author><name>Bothayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SmQ59Fv1jlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q9pFT0FApXk/S220/bosy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/Ru-jR_9XUnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/01ODJ34lHfk/s72-c/180920071278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434612439208174785.post-194934187023058691</id><published>2007-08-12T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T13:00:46.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hero</title><content type='html'>He is just my Hero.. defending me.. crying for me.. doing things for me..actually ..he is a LITTLE man.. although he is only a 7 years boy.. feeling responsible is a bless ..may be missed in grown men&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434612439208174785-194934187023058691?l=raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/feeds/194934187023058691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434612439208174785&amp;postID=194934187023058691' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/194934187023058691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/194934187023058691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-hero.html' title='My Hero'/><author><name>Bothayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SmQ59Fv1jlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q9pFT0FApXk/S220/bosy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434612439208174785.post-1448580014076336234</id><published>2007-07-29T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T11:34:53.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She becomes Me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/1582109-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/1582109-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;photo copyrights to:Leilani Exner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are facing a problem here !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes she is playing my role .. in a very strange way!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is 11 now.. but she turns 37 when I go away..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last week.. I collapsed suddenly .. was very tired really.. when I woke up.. I found her wearing that black 3abaya that makes her looks like big girls.. preparing a hot drink for me.. preparing dinner for her father and brother.. tidying the house.. and finally.. making that fight with her dad ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Typically me :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434612439208174785-1448580014076336234?l=raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1448580014076336234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434612439208174785&amp;postID=1448580014076336234' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/1448580014076336234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/1448580014076336234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/2007/07/she-becomes-me.html' title='She becomes Me..'/><author><name>Bothayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SmQ59Fv1jlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q9pFT0FApXk/S220/bosy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434612439208174785.post-554942947426532699</id><published>2007-05-19T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T15:29:12.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.algreeb.com/psd/pic/kids/Algreeb_com%20kids%20(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.algreeb.com/psd/pic/kids/Algreeb_com%20kids%20(7).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I certainly have no right to speak about little secrets she told me recently,but i think someday when she read these stuff she will laugh and forgive me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The first one&lt;/span&gt; she told me few days ago is really shiny :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she thought when she was much younger that her stomach is house-shaped , which consists of too many rooms, and when she eats a carrot for example it bacame one piece in her stomach, this carrot has eyes,nose and mouth, and keep dancing and singing with other food elements :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Another funny idea&lt;/span&gt;, she thought that any turtle put off its shield when it goes to sleep or takes a bath :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The last confission&lt;/span&gt; was: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;each time she stood beside me while making a fried egg, she thought that a chicken might fall in the pan from the broken egg :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's all, for now....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm waiting for the real real secrets  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/4434612439208174785-554942947426532699?l=raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/feeds/554942947426532699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434612439208174785&amp;postID=554942947426532699' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/554942947426532699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/554942947426532699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/2007/05/little-secrets.html' title='Little Secrets'/><author><name>Bothayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SmQ59Fv1jlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q9pFT0FApXk/S220/bosy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434612439208174785.post-4606255545329882707</id><published>2007-05-06T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T08:58:25.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>conan edegawa..MY ENEMY...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.conanedegawa.net/pictures/con18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.conanedegawa.net/pictures/con18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my greatest enemy for now.. he is my kid's champ .. actually.. his inspiration in all behaviours..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This young man.. Conan.. is a detective.. who solves the most critical and complicated crimes in the famous cartoon series shown in several channels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the time.. he is talking about criminals.. murderers.. evidances.. blood.. wounds.. liars.. plans..chasing.. and rivenge in the first place..!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consequently.. my kid is searching for evidances to explain his father's absence..or thinking of his sister motivations to act like that ( even coughing..!! ) .. chasing us with his small slide.. looking with deep suspect to me when talking.. and finally speaking in a very correct and clear arabic language..(the only gain)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE CONAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But i know it's his time.. i passed through this with my older girl and she is cured now.. thanx god&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When i think in all those side effects that can harm my kid's mind.. the least of them is being familiar with all those words about crime and criminals.. i feel owful.. i think he is breaking all what i do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But.. sometimes i wonder.. if i just prevent him from all that his friends react with.. what would he be? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A coward in a world of active brave people.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think i must let him watch and react.. as a nessecary anti piotec.. !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/4434612439208174785-4606255545329882707?l=raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4606255545329882707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434612439208174785&amp;postID=4606255545329882707' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/4606255545329882707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/4606255545329882707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/2007/05/conan-edegawamy-enemy.html' title='conan edegawa..MY ENEMY...!!!'/><author><name>Bothayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SmQ59Fv1jlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q9pFT0FApXk/S220/bosy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434612439208174785.post-5131256565953952765</id><published>2007-04-21T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T08:49:09.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>black n white</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/18359.jpg?is=90,90,0xffffff"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" height="141" alt="" src="http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/18359.jpg?is=90,90,0xffffff" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is arguing all the time..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Each day we start with a laugh and a kiss.. then ,we become angry for any reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we struggle for every thing.. her clothes, her hair style, her lost time , her study, her noisy behaviours, her attitude with me, etc.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we resemble the chess board, black n white&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes i lose my tember and force her, after some time.. i realise that this may cause us greatly apart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's very hard to keep thinking about that all time.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't wanna lose her friendship .. and her trust..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434612439208174785-5131256565953952765?l=raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5131256565953952765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434612439208174785&amp;postID=5131256565953952765' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/5131256565953952765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/5131256565953952765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/2007/04/black-n-white.html' title='black n white'/><author><name>Bothayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SmQ59Fv1jlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q9pFT0FApXk/S220/bosy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434612439208174785.post-5679419554464217987</id><published>2007-03-23T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T17:50:48.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Glasses..and His Jumps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/RgRwFVv73TI/AAAAAAAAABg/uuq54FHHIx8/s1600-h/5750920-sm[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045280719601655090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/RgRwFVv73TI/AAAAAAAAABg/uuq54FHHIx8/s200/5750920-sm%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She was so young when she first wore glasses.. even she looks very pretty in them.. but i felt her suffering cause i passed through that one day..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope i can help her get rid of her glasses as i did later.. that was just before my wedding.. but she is too young to go through surgeries..or deal with contact lenses..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think she won't wait till before her wedding :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/RgRwdVv73UI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ko9RlEvGuao/s1600-h/5757195-lg[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045281131918515522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/RgRwdVv73UI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ko9RlEvGuao/s200/5757195-lg%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He likes to JUMP.. when i close my eyes and think of him.. i imagine him jumping on chairs and beds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being full of energy is a good sign.. not for my sofa indeed :) .. but i think he must playy some sport in summer to earthen his energy :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes he immitates SPIDERMAN and climbs doors to reach the ceiling.. and of course he ends his show with a great JUMP ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oooops..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm hurt mom.. my back hurts.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" spider man is strong enough'' i always say..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" of course mom.. the pain is gone.." he always replies :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;photos are not for them .. but they are quite close :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434612439208174785-5679419554464217987?l=raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5679419554464217987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434612439208174785&amp;postID=5679419554464217987' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/5679419554464217987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/5679419554464217987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/2007/03/her-glassesand-his-jumps.html' title='Her Glasses..and His Jumps'/><author><name>Bothayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SmQ59Fv1jlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q9pFT0FApXk/S220/bosy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/RgRwFVv73TI/AAAAAAAAABg/uuq54FHHIx8/s72-c/5750920-sm%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434612439208174785.post-4147640596476092891</id><published>2007-03-21T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T23:00:44.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some gifts ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;In mother's day.. i didn't expect any presents from them.. as their father was absent :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;but .. they came home from school.. hiding somthing in their hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;they said: one..two.. three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and start singing : ya mama.. ya amma.. ya amaty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;my favorite song (so3ad hosney and gahin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;they kiss me and open their hands.. to give me a handmade flowers and some hair tights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;it was a great moment.. i felt broud of myself.. and happy for their thinking of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434612439208174785-4147640596476092891?l=raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4147640596476092891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434612439208174785&amp;postID=4147640596476092891' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/4147640596476092891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/4147640596476092891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-gifts.html' title='Some gifts ...'/><author><name>Bothayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SmQ59Fv1jlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q9pFT0FApXk/S220/bosy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434612439208174785.post-3607476219405587101</id><published>2007-03-15T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T12:38:59.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The way they act ..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Having a charming princess aged 11 and a little angel aged 7 is really a bless.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Making a comparison between the two of them is not fair.. cause they have different age,sex and skin colour :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But after all i found myself making this comparison all the time due to their very different reactions &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042226947172225314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/RfmWsY8aUSI/AAAAAAAAABM/XXfR2NHU9co/s200/15032007643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt;.. listens.. stores information..thinks deeply.. may or may not ask about it.. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; always know every thing n keep it to herself or.. to the suitable time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/RfmWf48aURI/AAAAAAAAABE/zOCj0gpINw8/s1600-h/15032007642.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042226732423860498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/RfmWf48aURI/AAAAAAAAABE/zOCj0gpINw8/s200/15032007642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;.. doesn't even wait to listen.. speaks all the time.. doesn't try to use his brain or memory.. when he tries once.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; makes me fall in a hesterical laugh.. and.. when &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; wants to ask about something.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; can drive me crazy by his continous-nonstoping questions..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4434612439208174785-3607476219405587101?l=raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3607476219405587101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4434612439208174785&amp;postID=3607476219405587101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/3607476219405587101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4434612439208174785/posts/default/3607476219405587101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmywonderfulkids.blogspot.com/2007/03/way-they-act.html' title='The way they act ..!!'/><author><name>Bothayna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/SmQ59Fv1jlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q9pFT0FApXk/S220/bosy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vuSKcuALNI/RfmWsY8aUSI/AAAAAAAAABM/XXfR2NHU9co/s72-c/15032007643.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434612439208174785.post-7598158187927744150</id><published>2007-03-14T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T15:14:06.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am ...!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here I am !!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;must admit that it took me a very long time to get use of being a MOM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when I remember how I used to avoid other's children before getting married, I wonder how i got so closed to my children now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think there is so much to tell (really) about them, about me+ them and about me+them+ our world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sharing, caring, fear, hope, confusion, angry ..... so many feelings must get out from deeply inside just to keep myself on track.. for them .. of course.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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