<?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-33802377</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:02:40.827-08:00</updated><category term='Crafts and Recipes'/><title type='text'>Look Mommy I'm a Princess</title><subtitle type='html'>A day in the life of a four-year-old toddler who thinks she's a real princess</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-2146554216271969985</id><published>2008-10-02T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T18:18:53.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion, Friendship and Bullies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LR5IAUVCZOM/SOVxmEHnMbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gkbKk5XY7Y8/s1600-h/rubyandbubbles.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252729439152189874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LR5IAUVCZOM/SOVxmEHnMbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gkbKk5XY7Y8/s200/rubyandbubbles.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night mommy read me &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ruby-Bubbles-Rosie-Winstead/dp/0803730241/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1222996019&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Ruby and Bubbles by Rose Winstead&lt;/a&gt;. It's a fabulously stylish book about friendship, and bullies. Ruby who has a very vivid imagination also has full time job running a lemonade stand, two twin dolls and her own talk show which she runs from a cardboard box and a very rude and horrible neighbor, Bratty Hatty and her sidekick, Mean Maureen they tease and bully her and won’t let Ruby play with them. One day Ruby decides to take the day off and go shopping she spots a cute yellow bird in a store window. She takes her new best friend home and names him Bubbles. Ruby and Bubbles do everything together. Bubbles is the perfect friend. One day Ruby decides to throw a fancy bird-day party for Bubbles when that awful Bratty Hatty shouts (in front of everybody):"That’s not a friend, that’s a bird! And he can’t even fly!" Suddenly Bubbles doesn’t seem quite so perfect. Should Ruby try and change Bubbles or accept him for the bird that he is? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-2146554216271969985?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/2146554216271969985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/2146554216271969985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-night-mommy-read-me-ruby-and.html' title='Fashion, Friendship and Bullies'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LR5IAUVCZOM/SOVxmEHnMbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gkbKk5XY7Y8/s72-c/rubyandbubbles.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-3694881596470199284</id><published>2008-09-28T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T09:42:34.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>Now that I'm in first grade I really appreciate kindergarten. There was more fun. In first grade we work all day. Mommy said it's time for me to get serious about school now and that play time is over. She also keeps telling me that I will have to get a job if I want a toy everyday. It's so not fair. I wonder if Toys R Us is hiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-3694881596470199284?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/3694881596470199284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/3694881596470199284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-miss-kindergarten.html' title='I miss Kindergarten'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-2176394908795476005</id><published>2008-09-15T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T09:35:04.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Girl Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LR5IAUVCZOM/SN-uzG4PcgI/AAAAAAAAADw/oPfq_3_SkqI/s1600-h/bdcake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251107883580355074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LR5IAUVCZOM/SN-uzG4PcgI/AAAAAAAAADw/oPfq_3_SkqI/s200/bdcake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last month my mommy gave me a Birthday Party at American Girl Place. Me, my two &lt;a href="http://store.americangirl.com/agshop/static/bittytwins.jsf/title/Bitty+Twins/saleGroupId/0/uniqueId/103/nodeId/11/webMenuId/5/LeftMenu/TRUE"&gt;Bitty Twins &lt;/a&gt;and a few of my best friends had a great time. The food was good and they even let my friend borrow a doll because she didn't have one. The only problem was that after the party she refused to give it back and &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;behaved like a 3 year old&lt;/span&gt;. I would've been embarrassed but I was too busy being fabulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-2176394908795476005?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/2176394908795476005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/2176394908795476005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/09/american-girl-party.html' title='American Girl Party'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LR5IAUVCZOM/SN-uzG4PcgI/AAAAAAAAADw/oPfq_3_SkqI/s72-c/bdcake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-7885295512872170944</id><published>2008-04-10T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T18:24:23.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts and Recipes'/><title type='text'>Pink Princess Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LR5IAUVCZOM/SN_RCrX9qEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/JwB1apgWXG8/s1600-h/Pink+Cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251145534470465602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LR5IAUVCZOM/SN_RCrX9qEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/JwB1apgWXG8/s200/Pink+Cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today my cousin Shakira came over for a sleepover. We watched a princess movies and made a princess crown and helped mommy bake pink cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes 2 dozen.&lt;br /&gt;For cupcakes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• 11/2 c. self-rising flour&lt;br /&gt;• 11/2 c. all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;• 1 c. (2 sticks) unsalted butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;• 2 c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;• 4 large eggs, at room temperature&lt;br /&gt;• 1 c. milk&lt;br /&gt;• 1 tsp. vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For icing:&lt;br /&gt;• 1 c. (2 sticks) unsalted butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;• 6 to 8 c. powdered sugar, divided&lt;br /&gt;• 1/2c. milk&lt;br /&gt;• 2 tsp. vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make cupcakes: Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Line two 12-cup muffin tins with cupcake papers. In a small bowl, combine self-rising flour and all-purpose flour and reserve. In a large bowl, using an electric mixer fitted with a paddle attachment on medium speed, cream butter until smooth. Add sugar gradually and beat until fluffy, about 3 minutes. Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition. Add flour in three parts, alternating with milk and vanilla extract. With each addition, beat until ingredients are incorporated; do not overbeat. Using a rubber spatula, scrape down batter in bowl to make sure ingredients are well-blended. Carefully spoon batter into cupcake liners, filling them about3/4full. Bake 20 to 25 minutes, or until a cake tester inserted into center of cupcake comes out clean. Cool cupcakes in tins for 15 minutes. Remove from tins to a wire rack and cool completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make icing: In a large bowl, using an electric mixer fitted with a whisk attachment on low speed, combine butter, 4 cups powdered sugar, milk and vanilla in a large bowl. Mix until combined, increase speed to medium and beat until mixture is smooth and creamy, about 3 to 5 minutes. Gradually add remaining powdered sugar, 1 cup at a time, until icing is thick enough to be a good spreading consistency (you may not need all of powdered sugar). add a few drops of pink food coloring and mix thoroughly. Spread icing over cupcakes and serve (icing can be stored in an airtight container at room temperature for up to 3 days).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-7885295512872170944?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/7885295512872170944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/7885295512872170944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/04/pink-princess-cupcakes.html' title='Pink Princess Cupcakes'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LR5IAUVCZOM/SN_RCrX9qEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/JwB1apgWXG8/s72-c/Pink+Cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-2200211596079781808</id><published>2007-11-25T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T09:20:44.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Gobble Gobble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LR5IAUVCZOM/R0muyAOsTTI/AAAAAAAAADo/A-m-97GwGwQ/s1600-h/scan0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136829024071077170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LR5IAUVCZOM/R0muyAOsTTI/AAAAAAAAADo/A-m-97GwGwQ/s200/scan0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In honor of Thanksgiving our class had to decorate a turkey printout using whatever we wanted for embellsihments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-2200211596079781808?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/2200211596079781808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/2200211596079781808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/11/princess-gobble-gobble.html' title='Princess Gobble Gobble'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LR5IAUVCZOM/R0muyAOsTTI/AAAAAAAAADo/A-m-97GwGwQ/s72-c/scan0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-7522573343435110757</id><published>2007-10-16T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:01:57.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock out the show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/41teiU6FdqL._SS260_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/41teiU6FdqL._SS260_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; show is Hannah Montana. I love Hannah. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mommy&lt;/span&gt; promised to take me to see Hannah in concert, but when she tried to but tickets they were sold out. Mommy then tried to but tickets from eBay but the tickets were so high that she screamed  "What the #$*!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We would not be seeing Hannah Montana anytime soon. Yesterday when she picked me up from school she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pulled&lt;/span&gt; out a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Hannah-Montana-Singing-Doll-Worlds/dp/B000P41X8E/qid=1192496210/ref=br_1_1/602-7946880-8199869?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;node=353715011&amp;amp;frombrowse=1&amp;amp;rh=&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;Hannah Montana Singing Doll&lt;/a&gt;.  The doll sings "Best of Both Worlds", which is my favorite Hannah song. The best part is that Mommy loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; song too so there is no chance of the batteries going missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-7522573343435110757?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/7522573343435110757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/7522573343435110757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/10/rock-out-show.html' title='Rock out the show!'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-5417854625508875020</id><published>2007-09-24T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T18:33:35.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Do Lunch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/51xmNDZI9VL._AA262_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/51xmNDZI9VL._AA262_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://demandware.edgesuite.net/aaar_prd/on/demandware.static/Sites-eStore-Site/Sites-OnlineCatalog/default/v1190416134978/products/36151/36151-200705_248_alt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://demandware.edgesuite.net/aaar_prd/on/demandware.static/Sites-eStore-Site/Sites-OnlineCatalog/default/v1190416134978/products/36151/36151-200705_248_alt1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Summer loves to show off her &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/sr=1-1/qid=1190683312/ref=sr_1_1/602-3186661-1473427?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;asin=B000NZY6XE"&gt;Barbie lunch box &lt;/a&gt;during  lunch time. Mommy happened to find me one on clearance at Target the other day for $2.99. Summer gave me a so what look when I pulled it out for lunch. But the look on her face when I opened it up and pulled out my &lt;a href="http://shop.sanrio.com/hello-kitty-zip-bags/36151-200705,default,pd.html"&gt;Hello Kitty Zip Bag&lt;/a&gt; filled with a sandwich and other goodies was classic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-5417854625508875020?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/5417854625508875020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/5417854625508875020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/09/lets-do-lunch.html' title='Let&apos;s Do Lunch!'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-7805106041255012488</id><published>2007-09-24T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T18:07:01.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://as7.dsi.go.com/is/image/DisneyShopping/Y8693G0001-70M?$full$"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://as7.dsi.go.com/is/image/DisneyShopping/Y8693G0001-70M?$full$" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://as7.dsi.go.com/is/image/DisneyShopping/W4916G0043M?$full$"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://as7.dsi.go.com/is/image/DisneyShopping/W4916G0043M?$full$" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The best time of the day for me is bedtime. First I take a long bath with my Ariel mermaid and my Barbie Mermaidia dolls, then I put on my cozy &lt;a href="http://disneyshopping.go.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/DSIProductDisplay?catalogId=10002&amp;amp;storeId=10051&amp;amp;productId=1210342&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;categoryId=15051"&gt;Princess Nightgown&lt;/a&gt; and my &lt;a href="http://disneyshopping.go.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/DSIProductDisplay?catalogId=10007&amp;amp;storeId=10601&amp;amp;productId=1212244&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;categoryId=21068&amp;amp;catalogFromSearch=10002"&gt;Princess Ballet Slipper&lt;/a&gt;s. Mommy reads me a book or two or three and I drift off into la la land where everyone calls me princess, and my wish is their command.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, good times. ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-7805106041255012488?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/7805106041255012488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/7805106041255012488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/09/sweet-dreams.html' title='Sweet Dreams'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-7914177233144760770</id><published>2007-09-18T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:05:04.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For me? You shouldn't have</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/51cRcjF4kZL._SS260_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/51cRcjF4kZL._SS260_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ZVZThPFOL._SS260_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ZVZThPFOL._SS260_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For my birthday mommy gave me&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;a href="http://http//www.target.com/gp/detail.html/sr=1-1/qid=1190161231/ref=sr_1_1/602-3186661-1473427?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;asin=B000PD6AQU"&gt;Barbie Island Princess Rosella&lt;/a&gt; doll.&lt;br /&gt;She sings songs and is the best Barbie ever. Barbie and I used to sing all the time until one day I saw mommy holding Barbie in one hand and a screwdriver in the other.&lt;br /&gt;Today mommy surprised me with the &lt;a href="http://http//www.target.com/gp/detail.html/ref=bxgy_cc_img_b_1038674/602-3186661-1473427?asin=B000Q7ZLQU"&gt;Barbie as The Island Princess [DVD]&lt;/a&gt; I can't wait to watch the movie, and I hope my Barbie Doll can sing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-7914177233144760770?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/7914177233144760770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/7914177233144760770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-me-you-shouldnt-have.html' title='For me? You shouldn&apos;t have'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-7684366023100168188</id><published>2007-09-17T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:24:44.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swarovski Crystals are a Girls Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://abbeyhillcreations.com/bmz_cache/9/9809abd4eb10414a0f2c0ae7d87166b5.image.280x267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://abbeyhillcreations.com/bmz_cache/9/9809abd4eb10414a0f2c0ae7d87166b5.image.280x267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where was this fabulous binkie when I needed it? Who needs a thumb when you can have the &lt;a href="http://abbeyhillcreations.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=2&amp;amp;products_id=48&amp;amp;zenid=0c251be06ad8be5cc83b75d53bc53227"&gt;Rainbow Brite Pacifier &lt;/a&gt;embellished with Swarovski crystals?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-7684366023100168188?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/7684366023100168188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/7684366023100168188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/09/swarovski-crystals-are-girls-best.html' title='Swarovski Crystals are a Girls Best Friend'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-4819654815826365911</id><published>2007-09-16T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T16:48:43.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll take that leash...in every color</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://us.penguingroup.com/static/covers/all/4/5/9780843121254H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://us.penguingroup.com/static/covers/all/4/5/9780843121254H.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite book this week is Sassafras, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sassafras-True-Confessions-Poodle-Princess/dp/0843121254"&gt;The True Confessions of a Poodle Princess&lt;/a&gt;.This is a book that I can really relate to. Sassie, a poodle living on the streets is rescued and discovered to be a real princess. She starts living the glamorous life until it goes to her head. Hey, who can blame Sassie? Being fabulous is hard work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-4819654815826365911?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/4819654815826365911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/4819654815826365911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-favorite-book-this-week-is-sassafras.html' title='I&apos;ll take that leash...in every color'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-3419485676065841792</id><published>2007-09-15T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T07:17:50.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BYOB (bring your own barbie)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/51GEPY8VKWL._AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/51GEPY8VKWL._AA280_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the most fabulous 5th Birthday Party. I invited my cousin Skakira over and she arrived in a pink tutu accompanied by a Barbie Doll of her choice ( as long as Barbie wore pink) per my invitation. We decorated our own&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fashion-Angels-Pink-Kitty-Fairy/dp/B00008O2YK/ref=sr_1_2/102-7277656-7672964?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=toys-and-games&amp;amp;qid=1189952148&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Fairy Wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, watched princess movies all night and helped mommy bake princess cupcakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-3419485676065841792?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/3419485676065841792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/3419485676065841792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/09/byob-bring-your-own-barbie.html' title='BYOB (bring your own barbie)'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-2507094755874025479</id><published>2007-06-02T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T09:02:16.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trailer Park Toddler</title><content type='html'>Today after school I went to my grandma's house where I played with my two cousins. Shakira wouldn't share her toy with me so I said the F word. Well Sharkira ran to tell on me and the next thing I knew Grandma was yelling and on the phone calling my mom. Grandma asked me where I had heard such a word, I told her a man on the street. When my daddy picked me up he told me that the word I used was a profanity and I wasn't to say it ever again. Clearly this isn't my week. When I got home daddy say's to mommy "first she pulls her clothes off, now she's cursing what's next"? Mommy goes "tomorrow you'll walk in and she'll be sitting on the couch with a can of beer in her hand".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-2507094755874025479?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/2507094755874025479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/2507094755874025479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/06/trailer-park-toddler.html' title='Trailer Park Toddler'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-7123339136531729965</id><published>2007-06-01T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T09:01:23.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothes, who needs them?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, mommy was very upset with me. When she picked me up from school I was in tears because the teacher was mean to me. Mommy asked why I was crying and the teacher told her that I took all of my clothes off and asked Sebastian and the other kids to come and see me. Mommy smiled at first then she was really mad, and on the walk home she kept muttering things like being embarrassed, and very disappointed, and about how it isn't naked time. I don't understand why she was so upset I take my clothes off at home all the time and wiggle my butt and run around laughing. Mommy laughs too, and say's I'm silly. When we got home she told me how it was wrong to get undressed unless I was at home and she or Daddy was there with me. That no one takes their clothes off at school. Now she tells me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-7123339136531729965?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/7123339136531729965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/7123339136531729965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/06/clothes-who-needs-them.html' title='Clothes, who needs them?'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-742671899275128576</id><published>2007-05-27T10:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T08:59:34.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Van Gogh in the making</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LR5IAUVCZOM/RuwBV_lEo8I/AAAAAAAAABo/TuvfeCPZ6wo/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110461154514478018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LR5IAUVCZOM/RuwBV_lEo8I/AAAAAAAAABo/TuvfeCPZ6wo/s200/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my mommy. She's the most beautiful mommy in the world, although you wouldn't be able to tell from this drawing, but she is quite stylish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-742671899275128576?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/742671899275128576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/742671899275128576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/05/van-gogh-in-making_27.html' title='A Van Gogh in the making'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LR5IAUVCZOM/RuwBV_lEo8I/AAAAAAAAABo/TuvfeCPZ6wo/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-8720747370693258477</id><published>2007-03-02T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T18:56:41.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I am ready for my close-up"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i.walmart.com/i/p/00/85/12/44/00/0085124400069_215X215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i.walmart.com/i/p/00/85/12/44/00/0085124400069_215X215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was such a good girl at school all week that mommie surprised me with my own &lt;a href="http://disneyshopping.go.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/DSIProductDisplay?catalogId=10002&amp;amp;storeId=10051&amp;amp;productId=1198249&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;categoryId=14636"&gt;Disney Pix Micro - ''The Little Mermaid''&lt;/a&gt; digital camera. I've been begging for a digi cam for weeks. I love it. While we were getting ready to go to target, I heard lots of sirens outside so I ran to the window and there were at least five fire engines outside. ''Mommie, mommie please hurry, let's go, let's go!'' I couldn't wait to take pictures. Mommie said fires are dangerous, and not fun. Is she kidding? Look at all the trucks. She was taking forever. Finally we got outside and mommie let me take some pictures of the fire engines. All the while she was blabbing about how fire is hot, and people can get hurt. I even got some pictures of the firemen. I asked mommy if we could please see the fire. She said no. After a few more shots the fire trucks started to leave. I asked mommie why they were leaving, and she said because the fire is gone, the firemen put it out. I started kicking her and yelling that it was her fault for taking so long to get ready and now I won't be able to see the fire. Mommy got really angry and said it's not a spectators sport. I asked her what's a spectator, and she snatched my new camera away and put it in her bag. All of my toys seem to be disappearing into her big giant bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-8720747370693258477?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/8720747370693258477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/8720747370693258477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-ready-for-my-close-up.html' title='&quot;I am ready for my close-up&quot;'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-1686077269042670945</id><published>2007-01-27T15:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T08:42:32.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They say the first step is admitting you have a problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lookmommyimaprincess.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/bingo_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://lookmommyimaprincess.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/bingo_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy bought me a &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/sr=1-2/qid=1169933546/ref=sr_1_2/602-8770065-2327026?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;asin=B000JLBLDU"&gt;Mattel Nick Jr. Bingo DVD Game&lt;/a&gt; and I rush mommy home everyday after school so I can play my game. Last night while sleeping I scared mommy by jumping up and yelling "bingo"! Mommy jumped out of the bed and tripped while trying to cut the light on. Its was sort of funny until she said no more bingo for a while. Now I'm back to playing with my Barbie Dolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-1686077269042670945?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/1686077269042670945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/1686077269042670945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/09/they-say-first-step-is-admitting-you.html' title='They say the first step is admitting you have a problem'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-1541026238508448072</id><published>2007-01-04T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T08:34:51.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well its cheaper than a cell phone</title><content type='html'>Mommie got me a pink &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Barbie-I-Know-You-Smart-Phone/dp/B000FGWYKI/sr=11-1/qid=1167957366/ref=sr_11_1/105-4720088-6324462"&gt;Barbie I-Know-You Smart Phone &lt;/a&gt;everyday between 6-8pm Barbie calls me to talk about my best friend Amile, and Shakira and about being a princess and my favorite foods, and color. I love it, but mommie is not so pleased. She said that Barbie calls too much, and that no one should have something to say every 10 minutes. Now Barbie only calls twice a week to talk to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-1541026238508448072?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/1541026238508448072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/1541026238508448072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-its-cheaper-than-cell-phone.html' title='Well its cheaper than a cell phone'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-4550825967669987981</id><published>2006-12-05T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T08:33:28.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once a baby, always a baby</title><content type='html'>Friday our whole school went on a trip to see &lt;a href="http://www.absproductions.com/"&gt;Babes In Toyland&lt;/a&gt;  about Christmas in Mother Gooseland and all the nursery rhymes that are busy working at the Toyland factory. They are helping Santa make toys for good girls and boys. and problems arise when Barnaby Stunklemen enters the scene, with his plans to take over first the Toyland factory, then Mother Gooseland, then the world!&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun. But I couldn't help feeling a bit paranoid, because the night before mommy kept talking about stranger danger, and things that I really didn't understand. This was the first time that I would be without her and daddy except for when I was at school or relatives she said, and she was in short freaking out. The whole night she made me practice screaming for help. At first it was fun then I told her I'm not a baby. She said I would always be her baby. Mommy also put a letter in my coat with all of her contact information on it. She said in case I got lost I would have it. I think mommy had a little too much egg nog.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning before school she told me to always stay with my teachers and toddler friends. If I got lost the monster would get me. She hugged me tight and told me she loved me. When we left for our trip the teachers were making sure we were all holding hands, and accounted for. They were just like mommy. Adult people are strange. Despite all of this coo coo behavior I was able to enjoy the performance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-4550825967669987981?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/4550825967669987981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/4550825967669987981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/12/once-baby-always-baby.html' title='Once a baby, always a baby'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-5412766543804233345</id><published>2006-11-05T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T08:27:13.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween was a bust!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lookmommyimaprincess.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/fiarya_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://lookmommyimaprincess.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/fiarya_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy asked me if I wanted to be a princess for halloween. I don't get it. On halloween as I understand it, I get to play dress-up. Why would I want to dress-up as myself? I'm already a princess. I want to be something different like a fairy princess. Mommy decided that I would wear one of my princess dresses and add wings. I got really upset because I wanted a new dress. After I threw myself on the floor and cried for a while, she gave in and said we would get a new fairy dress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-5412766543804233345?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/5412766543804233345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/5412766543804233345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/11/halloween-was-bust.html' title='Halloween was a bust!'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-8706374049200738735</id><published>2006-10-21T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T08:22:17.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lookmommyimaprincess.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/familsam3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://lookmommyimaprincess.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/familsam3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy's friend is having a new baby and mommy made really &lt;a href="http://www.fabulouslychic.com/"&gt;cute baby announcements&lt;/a&gt;. While mommy made the cards I worked on my &lt;a href="http://www.kumonbooks.com/catalog/catalog_firststeps.aspx"&gt;Kumon Let's Sticker &amp;amp; Paste&lt;/a&gt; workbook. I made animals and learned all about different shapes and colors. I love doing crafts with mommy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-8706374049200738735?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/8706374049200738735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/8706374049200738735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-baby.html' title='A new baby'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-4778253514557547146</id><published>2006-10-15T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T08:15:51.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lookmommyimaprincess.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/castle4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://lookmommyimaprincess.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/castle4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy said we're moving into a new castle. I can't wait because I will finally have my own private room for all of my pink dresses, and jewels and princess things. Sharing a room with mommy is fun, but she keeps picking up my toys. And I suspect she's been hiding some of my things like the &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/sr=1-1/qid=1160973077/ref=sr_1_1/602-7298052-6935047?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;asin=B000EPJMVY"&gt;Kool Toyz Flashing Lights Fire Engine&lt;/a&gt; she got me. It makes lots of noise, just like a real fire truck. One day Mommy said it gave her a headache, and I haven't seen it since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-4778253514557547146?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/4778253514557547146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/4778253514557547146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-castle.html' title='A new castle'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-6496430433818916645</id><published>2006-09-27T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T15:12:24.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not everyone can be a Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2185/4126/1600/crownf.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="167" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2185/4126/200/crownf.png" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My teacher was bad today. After a morning of pleading and screaming with mommy to let me wear my new princess tiara to school she finally gave in. When I got to school some of my friends wanted to play with my tiara. I told them no, my mommy gave it to me. Dakota tried to snatch it off my head. I started crying and the teacher took my brand new tiara and put it in my cubby. She said that I could have it back when it was time to go home.  She is very bad and should get a time-out, and I told her so.        Unfortunately I was the one to get a tme-out. I don't think I like this school very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-6496430433818916645?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/6496430433818916645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/6496430433818916645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/09/not-everyone-can-be-princess.html' title='Not everyone can be a Princess'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-3477058826143148697</id><published>2006-09-25T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T15:07:53.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinkalicious too</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2185/4126/1600/pinkcupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2185/4126/320/pinkcupcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Mommy read my favorite book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pinkalicious-Elizabeth-Kann/dp/0060776390/sr=8-1/qid=1159161949/ref=pd_bbs_1/102-3582944-2812157?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;Pinkalicious&lt;/a&gt; to me. It's a darling story about a little girl who turns pink because she eats too many pink cupcakes. After the story we made pink cupcakes too. Frosting the cupcakes was fun, but Mommy would only let me eat two. After the second cupcake I ran to the bathroom to check my face. I wasn't pink yet. I told Mommy that I would need two more before I could turn pink like my book, but Mommy said no. So I took the frosting and put it all over my face and arms. Mommy got upset and made me take a bath. I didn't get another cupcake but I did get to hear Mommy read my favorite book to me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-3477058826143148697?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/3477058826143148697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/3477058826143148697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/09/pinkalicious-too.html' title='Pinkalicious too'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-6179215935862491781</id><published>2006-09-22T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T14:22:38.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a princess can be a royal pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2185/4126/1600/crown1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2185/4126/320/crown1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a ruff day. Today at school, I noticed that my friend Emily had a pink dress on. She's not a princess, and only princesses are allowed to wear pink dresses. I pulled at her dress and pushed her. Ms. Laura, my teacher told me that I can push swings, not people. She gave me time out. I tried to explain to her that Emily is a commoner and not a princess like me, but she was not a good listener and told me that I would not get a sticker today. I can't wait until mommy gets here. She seems to be the only one that understands the princess rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-6179215935862491781?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/6179215935862491781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/6179215935862491781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/10/being-princess-can-be-royal-pain.html' title='Being a princess can be a royal pain.'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-1556477337941469850</id><published>2006-09-15T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T08:38:00.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If the shoe fits, throw it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lookmommyimaprincess.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/princessslipper.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://lookmommyimaprincess.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/princessslipper.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a really long day. Mommy went back to work so I have to stay in school until it's dark outside. I really missed mommy today, and was looking forward to spending some quality time with her, but when we got home she immediatley started washing a load of clothes. We were in the laudry room and mommy was talking to a man about the best schools in the area. I started crawling on the floor very unprincess like, but how else was I too get her attention? Mommy told me to stop and continued her coversation with the man. I don't want him to talk to my mommy, I want to talk to my mommy. So I start to talk to her using my most annoying baby voice ever, I know this will get her attention because mommy hates that. But she just looked at me and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;I sat down and stared at my purple princess slippers for a while then it dawned on me, I knew exactly how to make mommy talk to me. I took off my &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2904829/0~2376778~6007879~6007880~6007827?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;amp;origin=category&amp;amp;searchtype=&amp;amp;pbo=6007827&amp;amp;P=1"&gt;pink fluffy princess slippers&lt;/a&gt; and one by one I threw them at the man's head. Mommy yelled "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I don't know why she would do something like that." She grabbed me by the hand and practically dragged me back into our house. I got time out and mommy talked or rather yelled at me for a long time about behaving while in public. Mommy talks too much, but I didn't really mind and I wasn't sad about time out because at least now mommy was talking to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-1556477337941469850?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/1556477337941469850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/1556477337941469850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-shoe-fits-throw-it.html' title='If the shoe fits, throw it.'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-115826740605370662</id><published>2006-09-14T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T13:56:46.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror, mirror on the wall....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/mirror2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/320/mirror2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I informed mommy that her services would no longer be needed. I told her that I could walk to school on my own, I didn't need her, and that she should go back home. She said I was not old enough to go anywhere by myself and that if I didn't hold her hand there would be no surprise for me today. I pleaded, and finally she agreed to allow me to go without her. But when I looked behind me to see if she gone back home, she was still there. I shouted, "go away!" but she just smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got all the way to school. I did it. I made it to school all by myself. I looked over my shoulder, and there was mommy. I started to get upset, and suddenly it dawned on me, I'm a princess and princesses have ladies-in-waiting, someone who would always be there to wait on them hand and foot. A lady-in-waiting should always walk behind a princess and not beside her. Mommy is my lady-in-waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-115826740605370662?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/115826740605370662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/115826740605370662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/09/mirror-mirror-on-wall.html' title='Mirror, mirror on the wall....'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33802377.post-115794776885562057</id><published>2006-09-10T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:09:28.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Princess should always arrive in style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/carriagesmall.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/320/carriagesmall.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was my first day at preschool, and mommy wouldn't let me wear my  new yellow Disney Princess gown, and to top that off she expects me to take public transportation. I proceeded to leave her at the bus stop and hail down a cab. I mean really, if I can't arrive in my horse and carriage the least she could do is get me a cab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33802377-115794776885562057?l=lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/115794776885562057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33802377/posts/default/115794776885562057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookmommyimaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/09/princess-should-always-arrive-in-style.html' title='A Princess should always arrive in style'/><author><name>princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13850513293356529592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7187/3715/1600/lilprincess13.png'/></author></entry></feed>
