<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='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' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235298739035242693</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 15 Mar 2012 17:28:02 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Me said funny things too!</title><description></description><link>http://berrblog.vosspotts.org/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (erin)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235298739035242693.post-9218794740268096848</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2011 20:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-01T12:19:38.444-08:00</atom:updated><title>A tweet about Berr:</title><description>A minute into dancing to @nicoleatkins w/ my 5 yr old, he whispers "let's dance" in my ear. Not sure where he gets his lines!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235298739035242693-9218794740268096848?l=berrblog.vosspotts.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://berrblog.vosspotts.org/2011/03/tweet-about-berr.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (erin)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235298739035242693.post-9119411280011065140</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2011 20:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-01T12:18:53.948-08:00</atom:updated><title>Sex talks &amp; the Number 2</title><description>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px} &lt;/style&gt;   &lt;p class="p1"&gt;Ian has been asking a lot of detailed questions about sex the last few days.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;A bit awkward for us at times but totally great that he feels like he can&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;ask us these types of questions.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;After last night's barrage of inquiries, Berr asked his own. While standing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;in the kitchen with his hands in his pants he asked where pee comes from.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;Upon hearing the answer he asked, why is there a little ball next to the&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;penis? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;Jon said: their should be two. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;Berr, in his belligerent / I'm always right tone, said: no. Nuh-on!  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;Then after another second with his hands in his pants he said: oh. Yeah.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;two. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235298739035242693-9119411280011065140?l=berrblog.vosspotts.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://berrblog.vosspotts.org/2011/03/sex-talks-number-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (erin)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235298739035242693.post-8827776583616473037</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Feb 2011 00:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-06T16:06:23.336-08:00</atom:updated><title>Just another warm day in the Castro</title><description>&amp;quot;dad, that guy is naked! Except his socks and shoes... and backpack!&amp;quot; in a not very surprised voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235298739035242693-8827776583616473037?l=berrblog.vosspotts.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://berrblog.vosspotts.org/2011/02/just-another-warm-day-in-castro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jonvoss)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235298739035242693.post-404181247543126790</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Jan 2011 21:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-15T13:51:44.577-08:00</atom:updated><title>Plan for construction</title><description>We were talking about how to deal with where to put everything during construction at our house when Berr offered:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I have a really good idea. How about if we build a rocket and move all of our stuff into the rocket and live in outer space?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;And of course we all agreed that was a very good idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235298739035242693-404181247543126790?l=berrblog.vosspotts.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://berrblog.vosspotts.org/2011/01/plan-for-construction.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jonvoss)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235298739035242693.post-3298212409160331257</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Jan 2011 02:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-13T18:52:56.637-08:00</atom:updated><title>Robots</title><description>After a few minutes of chatting at the dinner table:&lt;br&gt;Berr: I like talking with you Dad.&lt;br&gt;Dad: yeah? Is there anything else you want to talk about?&lt;br&gt;Berr: can you tell me how to build a robot?&lt;p&gt;+ + +&lt;br&gt;Sent from mobile device&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235298739035242693-3298212409160331257?l=berrblog.vosspotts.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://berrblog.vosspotts.org/2011/01/robots.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jonvoss)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235298739035242693.post-6590033021538370298</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jun 2010 22:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-10T15:21:59.904-07:00</atom:updated><title>I'm an astronaut.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UE8LBxibAuA/TBFlYxrkOGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T3ySc_eZGQ8/s1600/berr+graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UE8LBxibAuA/TBFlYxrkOGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T3ySc_eZGQ8/s320/berr+graduation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481273697813936226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berr wears his astronaut suit at least twice a week. It is his go-to outfit. So it was fitting that he wanted to wear it to his pre-school graduation ceremony. As we were eating breakfast before the ceremony, Berr was in the bathroom. 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And I asked him to&lt;br /&gt;take me here and he did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235298739035242693-4905791205952185466?l=berrblog.vosspotts.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://berrblog.vosspotts.org/2010/04/dream.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jonvoss)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235298739035242693.post-1797813050618655778</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Mar 2010 04:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-22T21:53:53.958-07:00</atom:updated><title>Heartbreaker</title><description>Berr was just in bed having a freakout cuz I wouldn&amp;#39;t read and then  &lt;br&gt;was crying &amp;quot;stay here! I don&amp;#39;t want you to go away from me yet  &lt;br&gt;daddy!&amp;quot;. 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Spent 30 minutes destroying books. Then got up and had a snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later, when he calmed down, Ian, Berr and I were talking about ways that we can be mad and not be mean. I was talking about what I do when I get emails from people that make me mad. I had paused in my description, "When I get those emails, I..." Berr injected, "Cry like a baby?" Then he added, "Me cry like a baby sometimes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235298739035242693-97211224652342756?l=berrblog.vosspotts.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://berrblog.vosspotts.org/2009/12/circle-of-destruction.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (erin)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235298739035242693.post-4826052872573912809</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 03:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-28T20:17:13.286-07:00</atom:updated><title>Except...</title><description>Berr: I like you Mom.&lt;br&gt;Mom: I like you too Berr.&lt;br&gt;Berr: Except when you tell me what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235298739035242693-4826052872573912809?l=berrblog.vosspotts.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://berrblog.vosspotts.org/2009/10/except.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jonvoss)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235298739035242693.post-7415262455520024830</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2009 18:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-08T11:41:29.014-07:00</atom:updated><title>"Me farty boy."</title><description>This is from grandpa:&lt;br /&gt;The other night I was sitting on the couch with Berr who had lots of gas.  After four or five rather loud ones he looked at me, and with an impish grin said, “Me farty boy”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235298739035242693-7415262455520024830?l=berrblog.vosspotts.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://berrblog.vosspotts.org/2009/06/me-farty-boy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (erin)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235298739035242693.post-9210464038749724787</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 16:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-28T10:00:15.643-07:00</atom:updated><title>Berr Plays air guitar.</title><description>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-854017eb191142c2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://redirector.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D854017eb191142c2%26itag%3D5%26source%3Dblogger%26app%3Dblogger%26cmo%3Dsensitive_content%253Dyes%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1340992732%26sparams%3Did,itag,source,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D274400E0F51FDA07B59208199A9B4E05DE7CD2B2.49D3B74A33952B754A69BA2E478DB7DF841D65EC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D854017eb191142c2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DraKML5nFeOKTiYueVVST821LUDA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="flvurl=http://redirector.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D854017eb191142c2%26itag%3D5%26source%3Dblogger%26app%3Dblogger%26cmo%3Dsensitive_content%253Dyes%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1340992732%26sparams%3Did,itag,source,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D274400E0F51FDA07B59208199A9B4E05DE7CD2B2.49D3B74A33952B754A69BA2E478DB7DF841D65EC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D854017eb191142c2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DraKML5nFeOKTiYueVVST821LUDA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger" allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235298739035242693-9210464038749724787?l=berrblog.vosspotts.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type='video/mp4' url='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=854017eb191142c2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link>http://berrblog.vosspotts.org/2009/05/berr-plays-air-guitar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (erin)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235298739035242693.post-997770840124809670</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2009 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-22T08:13:50.752-07:00</atom:updated><title>Giving time</title><description>Berr: can we watch a movie tonight?&lt;p&gt;Dad: Maybe. It depends if you guys do everything you need to do and  &lt;br&gt;we&amp;#39;ll see if we have time.&lt;p&gt;Berr: I have time.&lt;p&gt;Dad: You do huh?&lt;p&gt;Berr: Yeah, see. I&amp;#39;ll give you some. *throwing sound*. There, now you  &lt;br&gt;have time too.&lt;p&gt;Dad: Thanks buddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1235298739035242693-997770840124809670?l=berrblog.vosspotts.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://berrblog.vosspotts.org/2009/05/giving-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jonvoss)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235298739035242693.post-4369415125127166560</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 03:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-03T20:07:05.707-07:00</atom:updated><title>Berr's toilet protest</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vosspotts.org/ian/funnythings/uploaded_images/berr-toilet-protest-706481"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.vosspotts.org/ian/funnythings/uploaded_images/berr-toilet-protest-706478" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berr has decided he doesn't want to be potty trained. 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