<?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-6639941561620846825</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:51:18.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nekkid Boy</title><subtitle type='html'>The adventures of a terrible two year old super hero and his life escaping the wiles of his nemesis, Baby Burp, and his arch enemy, Mommy Person. Based on the real life of a mom and her children.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-5712255604771180586</id><published>2007-12-09T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T15:06:20.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me?</title><content type='html'>NekkidBoy and family sat down to eat lunch. At the end, Mommy Person gave NekkidBoy some blueberry yogurt and a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nekkid Boy eyed the yogurt and figured it was probably safe to eat since Big Daddy was slurping it up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ate a few spoonfuls but soon grew bored with the whole experience.  Until.... Big Daddy let out a big BURP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Daddy: *BURP*&lt;br /&gt;Nekkid Boy: Excuse me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Daddy: Excuse me&lt;br /&gt;Nekkid Boy: Excuse ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Daddy: No, no. Excuse &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nekkid Boy: Excuse MEeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Daddy: No, no, really. Excuse ME.&lt;br /&gt;Nekkid Boy: Excuse Nekkid Boy.  Excuse Momma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Daddy: What about....&lt;br /&gt;Nekkid Boy: Excuse Baby Burp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nekkid Boy:  Excuse yogurt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-5712255604771180586?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5712255604771180586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=5712255604771180586&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/5712255604771180586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/5712255604771180586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/excuse-me.html' title='Excuse me?'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-3117665238074991133</id><published>2007-10-30T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:24:53.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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Don't dump those out! Take out the one toy you want."&lt;br /&gt;- dumped out another basket of toys&lt;br /&gt;- happily took a chicken nugget to eat&lt;br /&gt;- left aforementioned chicken nugget in a chewed up, soggy mess on the carpet for Mommy Person to find&lt;br /&gt;- broke the candle snuffer&lt;br /&gt;- used aforementioned snuffer bell as a "hat" for my monster truck&lt;br /&gt;- put empty toy basket on Baby Burp's head&lt;br /&gt;- ran over to investigate Baby Burp's diaper when Momma Person announced that BB had pooped&lt;br /&gt;- snapped sidewalk chalk in half, then quarters&lt;br /&gt;- rolled my tricycle over broken sidewalk chalk&lt;br /&gt;- stomped on broken sidewalk chalk&lt;br /&gt;- asked Momma Person to tickle me&lt;br /&gt;- refused to eat anything except Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;- picked up my &lt;a href="http://www.toddlerock.com"&gt;ToddleRock chair&lt;/a&gt; and tossed it around&lt;br /&gt;- threw a few tantrums bad enough to be rated on the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richter_scale"&gt;Richter scale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- jumped in a circle and shouted "WOO HOO!" a few dozen times&lt;br /&gt;- bonked my head into Momma Person's back as hard as I could&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-4759366119825354608?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4759366119825354608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=4759366119825354608&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/4759366119825354608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/4759366119825354608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/08/things-i-did-today.html' title='Things I Did Today'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-2758101680275050382</id><published>2007-08-21T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:24:55.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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He felt a tingle in his right nostril and decided to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much investigating and digging, he extracted the offending nostril tickler -- a big booger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held the booger up and admired it's size, texture and color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MommyPerson: That's a booger. Let me have that.&lt;br /&gt;Nekkid Boy: Berger.&lt;br /&gt;MommyPerson: Yes, a booger. We wipe boogers away with tissues.&lt;br /&gt;Nekkid Boy: GREEEEEEEEEEEN BERGER!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-3569591883286974946?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3569591883286974946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=3569591883286974946&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/3569591883286974946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/3569591883286974946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-color.html' title='What color?'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-6493155344462621731</id><published>2007-08-02T00:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T00:49:29.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel the breeze</title><content type='html'>After refusing to take a bath, instead opting to sit on the potty chair and play with his race cars, Nekkid Boy ran around the upstairs naked as a jay-bird.  He called out to his new friend Super Zetta to come play with him. He ran from this bedroom to the bathroom and back again to his bedroom. He ran into Baby Burp's room and giggled, then ran back out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MommaPerson laid Baby Burp on the floor to get her dressed for bed. As she leaned forward to secure Baby Burp's diaper, Nekkid Boy leaped onto her back, spread eagle, arms locked around MommyPerson's neck and giggled and cackled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He eventually tired of climbing all over MommyPerson.  Ahh.. but the fan! The fan meant endless possibilities for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nekkid Boy crouched down and turned on the fan. He stood up in front of the fan (blowing full blast of course), spread his feet so he was standing with his feet shoulder width apart and said, "Ooooooooooo! Cold!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-6493155344462621731?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6493155344462621731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=6493155344462621731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/6493155344462621731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/6493155344462621731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/08/feel-breeze.html' title='Feel the breeze'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-3970431555756847376</id><published>2007-07-31T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:24:56.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/Rq_aHc06yfI/AAAAAAAADWA/k0LpoTU1v_w/s1600-h/DSC_1405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/Rq_aHc06yfI/AAAAAAAADWA/k0LpoTU1v_w/s400/DSC_1405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-3970431555756847376?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3970431555756847376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=3970431555756847376&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/3970431555756847376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/3970431555756847376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/wordless-wednesday_31.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/Rq_aHc06yfI/AAAAAAAADWA/k0LpoTU1v_w/s72-c/DSC_1405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-5762010954743432216</id><published>2007-07-28T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T12:12:08.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy?</title><content type='html'>"Okay Nekkid Boy. It's time to leave Invisible Ian's house. We're going to go see Big Daddy and have lunch with him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" and a tantrum ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later, MommyPerson had Nekkid Boy firmly strapped into the Durango Dragonmobile. As she climbed into the driver's seat, she reminded Nekkid Boy that they were going to go see Big Daddy. Her gentle reminder met a very loud and firm declaration of "no" from Nekkid Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the drive, she periodically - and enthusiastically - asked Nekkid Boy if he wanted to go see Big Daddy and have lunch. Each time, the reply was an emphatic no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ten minutes of trying to psych Nekkid Boy up to go see Big Daddy, MommyPerson conceded defeat and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she walked up the front porch steps, holding Baby Burp in her arms and holding Nekkid Boy's hand, Nekkid Boy looked up at her and sweetly asked, "Daddy?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-5762010954743432216?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5762010954743432216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=5762010954743432216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/5762010954743432216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/5762010954743432216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/daddy.html' title='Daddy?'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-5469923006126658277</id><published>2007-07-24T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:24:56.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/RqZmiipwxKI/AAAAAAAACp4/3iZnt_lIukM/s1600-h/wwnb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/RqZmiipwxKI/AAAAAAAACp4/3iZnt_lIukM/s400/wwnb.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090869172392477858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-5469923006126658277?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5469923006126658277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=5469923006126658277&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/5469923006126658277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/5469923006126658277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/wordless-wednesday_24.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/RqZmiipwxKI/AAAAAAAACp4/3iZnt_lIukM/s72-c/wwnb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-2417222321357382167</id><published>2007-07-21T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T11:33:57.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.... And Now.... Baking Soda!</title><content type='html'>Mommy Person was trying so hard to pick up the house. So many things not in the right place due to a week of chaos.  She needed to put things back to order and have some sanity.  Nekkid Boy followed her around (he was still not allowed to watch TV or have toys because the Cheerios were still on the floor), looking for opportunities to wreak havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Mommy Person started clearing off the dining room table, Nekkid Boy reached for the open container of baking soda used the previous night in Baby Burp's bath.  He shook it real fast and as Mommy Person shouted, "Noooooooooooooooooooooooo" and moved as if in slow motion to snatch the box, Nekkid Boy turned it upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the soft white powder floated down to the carpet, Nekkid Boy smiled and said, "Big mess!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-2417222321357382167?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2417222321357382167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=2417222321357382167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/2417222321357382167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/2417222321357382167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-now-baking-soda.html' title='.... 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Baking Soda!'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-7193626775555117346</id><published>2007-07-21T11:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T11:28:42.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cheerios Battle of Wills</title><content type='html'>Nekkid Boy sat in his chair happily crunching away on the tumbler cup of Cheerios that Mommy Person gave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slyly looked out the corner of his eye and tipped the tumbler oh so slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please do not pour out the Cheerios, Nekkid Boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled the tumbler back to his lap and ate a few more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes passed and quick as lightening, Nekkid Boy reached his arm out and dumped the Cheerios on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ugh. Okay, Nekkid Boy, you need to pick up the Cheerios please.  Put them back in the cup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Nekkid Boy.  No TV until you pick up the Cheerios. Mommy Person will help but you have to pick up the Cheerios."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nooooooooo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy Person picked up all the toys and put them away. There would be no TV and no toys until the Cheerios were picked up.  She tried taking turns.  She tried cajoling.  She tried her super stern voice.  Nekkid Boy would not pick up those Cheerios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she held his hand and led him back to the Cheerios.  She explained once again, that Nekkid Boy's privileges were suspended until the Cheerios were picked back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nekkid Boy stood in front of the pile of Cheerios.  He slowly extended his leg, then carefully placed his foot on a Cheerio.  He closed his toes around a single Cheerio, then lifted his foot and dropped the Cheerio into Mommy Person's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nekkid Boy counted this as a win.  Mommy Person was less than amused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-7193626775555117346?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7193626775555117346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=7193626775555117346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/7193626775555117346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/7193626775555117346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/cheerios-battle-of-wills.html' title='The Cheerios Battle of Wills'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-2122542728326743898</id><published>2007-07-20T17:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T17:12:00.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku Friday</title><content type='html'>Wet. Cold. Squish. I play.&lt;br /&gt;Friends join me in the mud pit.&lt;br /&gt;Led astray they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey bars so tall&lt;br /&gt;Beckon me to climb and play.&lt;br /&gt;ER doctor. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whine, squirm, shout and cry;&lt;br /&gt;Clutch my tummy. Agony.&lt;br /&gt;Peee-eeewwww. I go toot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-2122542728326743898?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2122542728326743898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=2122542728326743898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/2122542728326743898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/2122542728326743898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/haiku-friday.html' title='Haiku Friday'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-7711597071220823360</id><published>2007-07-17T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:24:56.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/Rp2O5Y7h3yI/AAAAAAAACkE/D65yh1c0zbE/s1600-h/puddle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/Rp2O5Y7h3yI/AAAAAAAACkE/D65yh1c0zbE/s400/puddle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088380270594350882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-7711597071220823360?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7711597071220823360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=7711597071220823360&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/7711597071220823360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/7711597071220823360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/Rp2O5Y7h3yI/AAAAAAAACkE/D65yh1c0zbE/s72-c/puddle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-1347723238145619973</id><published>2007-07-16T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T19:56:49.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nekkid Boy's Busy Day</title><content type='html'>Itinerary 7.16.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby Burp is learning to walk. Must push her over every possible chance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sit on Big Daddy's lap. Count, "Ooooone..... twoooooo..... threeeeeeeeeee.... *fart*"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run as fast as I can from kitchen, through dining room, into living room and back as many times as I can. Be sure to stomp while running and shout, "RUN! RUN! RUN!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a bite of Morning Star corn dog, screech, then spit the bite onto the floor and say "HOT!" even if it's not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whine some more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whine for Handy Manny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whine for Little Einsteins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Mommy Person puts on the show I've been whining for, shout, "Different one?! DIFFERENT ONE!" until she closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and counts softly to ten.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Resume running.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grab baby gate and shake it as hard as I can to make as much noise as possible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get Baby Burp interested in shaking the gate so she gets scolded and not me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Push Baby Burp down again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take Baby Burp's sippy of milk and drink it. All of it.  Laugh and run away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Count the bubbles in the bath tub.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a cup. Fill it with bath water and pour it into the tub over to give Mommy Person a false sense of security. When she turns her back to get a towel, throw a full cup of water all over the bathroom floor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get out of bed at least 15 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-1347723238145619973?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1347723238145619973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=1347723238145619973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/1347723238145619973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/1347723238145619973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/nekkid-boys-busy-day.html' title='Nekkid Boy&apos;s Busy Day'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-4877981641719967633</id><published>2007-07-11T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:24:57.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nekkid Boy's Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;A Day in the Life of Nekkid Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/RpQoxOLvAcI/AAAAAAAACc4/ZOMNDpE78KM/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/RpQoxOLvAcI/AAAAAAAACc4/ZOMNDpE78KM/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-4877981641719967633?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4877981641719967633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=4877981641719967633&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/4877981641719967633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/4877981641719967633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/nekkid-boys-wordless-wednesday.html' title='Nekkid Boy&apos;s Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/RpQoxOLvAcI/AAAAAAAACc4/ZOMNDpE78KM/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-8304565208863786126</id><published>2007-06-29T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T20:45:45.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Conversation with Nekkid Boy</title><content type='html'>MommyPerson (MP): Here, please hold this clean diaper for me while I change you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nekkid Boy (NB): Blue truck. Green truck. Five!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MP: Yes, there's a five on the diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: Blue diaper. Green diaper. Clean diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MP: Mmm-hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: Poo. Lotta poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MP: Yes, there's a lot of poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: Poo. Clean diaper! Brown pooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MP: I love you Nekkid Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: I love you Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MP: I love you too Nekkid Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: I love you too Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MP: I love you too Nekkid Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: I love you too Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MP: I love you too Nekkid Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: I love you too Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MP: I love you too Nekkid Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: I love you too Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MP: I love you too Nekkid Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: I love you too Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*happy sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-8304565208863786126?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8304565208863786126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=8304565208863786126&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/8304565208863786126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/8304565208863786126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/conversation-with-nekkid-boy.html' title='A Conversation with Nekkid Boy'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-4447979408658334590</id><published>2007-06-23T19:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T20:11:27.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nekkid Boy Goes Tee-tee</title><content type='html'>Nekkid Boy howled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nekkid Boy yowled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Burp looked on in amazement as her brother fought tooth and nail to stop MommyPerson's lame duck attempts to scrub him down in the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nooo! NOOO!!!" The shouting and screaming continued.  MommyPerson finally covered the boy with suds and rinsed him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ni-niiii?" he queried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, you can go night-night in just a minute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MommyPerson scooped up BabyBurp and dried her off.  As she set BabyBurp down on the bathroom floor, NekkidBoy jumped halfway out of the tub then started to whimper for assistance.  MommyPerson quickly toweled him off just as BabyBurp opened the bathroom door and made a beeline for the top of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scurrying to snatch BabyBurp from near tragedy, it vaguely registered in MommyPerson's brain that Nekkid Boy was sitting on the toilet (with the lid down of course because anyone caught leaving the lid up in MommyPerson's house felt the keen wrath of her ire!) and talking half gibberish about the potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Potty...... --gibberish gibberish-- tee-tee.... on potty... --gibberish gibberish--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't flush the potty please." MommyPerson called as she wrestled BabyBurp into a diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I on potty...... --gibberish gibberish gibberish-- tee-tee.... potty... --gibberish gibberish-- I tee-tee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As MommyPerson considered dressing BabyBurp in a straight-jacket for the evening, she realized that Nekkid Boy was talking about bodily fluids. She *hoped* he was just talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after much wrestling, struggling and acrobatics of pajamas, MommyPerson placed BabyBurp in her crib, turned on the music box and quietly closed the door.  She crossed her fingers (and mentally crossed her toes because to actually cross her toes would make walking painful and difficult) that what she heard coming from the bathroom was .... well.... just conversation and not commentary on action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She should have crossed her toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NekkidBoy proudly sat on top of the toilet seat lid and proclaimed, "I tee-tee on potty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and on the floor.... and in the trash can.... "Trash can!" .... and on the side of the tub.... and, yes, even on the toilet seat lid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-4447979408658334590?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4447979408658334590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=4447979408658334590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/4447979408658334590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/4447979408658334590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/nekkid-boy-goes-tee-tee.html' title='Nekkid Boy Goes Tee-tee'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-6878188933719200203</id><published>2007-06-17T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T23:41:35.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poignant Moment with Nekkid Boy</title><content type='html'>Nekkid Boy woke from his nap and slowly made his way down the steps holding tightly onto Mr. Puppy, his constant companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway down the staircase, MommyPerson appeared and smiled sweetly at her little boy. "Hi sweetheart," she cooed as she lovingly gazed on Nekkid Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HI!" Nekkid Boy replied as he waved vigorously at MommyPerson, still descending step by step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four steps from the bottom, Nekkid Boy was swept up into MommyPerson's arms. He smiled sweetly at MommyPerson as she carried him to the rocking chair. Behind that innocent and loving smile was the hint of a scheming smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MommyPerson gently rocked Nekkid Boy, reveling in the warmth of her sweet boy, holding him close, feeling his soft breath on her neck as his head rested on her shoulder. She remembered many other such loving moments with him since becoming a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"These are the moments. These are the moments you remember and treasure forever, "&lt;/span&gt; she thought to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a single tear formed in the corner of MommyPerson's eye, Nekkid Boy farted, giggled and ran off to play with his trucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-6878188933719200203?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6878188933719200203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=6878188933719200203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/6878188933719200203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/6878188933719200203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/poignant-moment-with-nekkid-boy.html' title='A Poignant Moment with Nekkid Boy'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-362179030629914236</id><published>2007-06-04T14:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:56:42.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Nekkid Boy Haiku</title><content type='html'>Eat a meal? Never!&lt;br /&gt;I won't sit at the table.&lt;br /&gt;Corn Chex everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pajama bottoms&lt;br /&gt;Pulled up over my knees. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;High-water fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pooooooo. I pooooooooo. Pooo.&lt;br /&gt;Barnes &amp;amp; Noble train table&lt;br /&gt;Is so relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma is comfort.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy for security.&lt;br /&gt;Sister is a toy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-362179030629914236?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/362179030629914236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=362179030629914236&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/362179030629914236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/362179030629914236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/more-nekkid-boy-haiku.html' title='More Nekkid Boy Haiku'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-8988906815540485073</id><published>2007-06-01T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T21:40:59.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nekkid Boy Haiku</title><content type='html'>Warm and soft, it's mine&lt;br /&gt;Feel it squish and run all over&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell Mom. My poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nemeses true&lt;br /&gt;Stop me from danger and fun&lt;br /&gt;Spoil sport baby gate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boing boing. Dong. Dong. Dong.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy teaches me fun sounds.&lt;br /&gt;I want boing boing boing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train. Truck. You hear that?&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I hear airplane, bird, car.&lt;br /&gt;Trash truck. I want trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bath time; water fun.&lt;br /&gt;Jump, pour, splash, throw, uh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;Momma slips on floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-8988906815540485073?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8988906815540485073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=8988906815540485073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/8988906815540485073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/8988906815540485073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/nekkid-boy-haiku.html' title='Nekkid Boy Haiku'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-8849669842290571458</id><published>2007-04-28T02:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T15:21:58.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't need no stinkin' sleep!</title><content type='html'>Night 1: Bed time - 8:00pm&lt;br /&gt;                  Actual time Nekkid Boy fell asleep - 10:30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night 2: Bed time - 8:15pm&lt;br /&gt;                  Actual time Nekkid Boy fell asleep - 11:45pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened between bed time and actual sleep time?&lt;br /&gt;                  A whole lot of insanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-8849669842290571458?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8849669842290571458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=8849669842290571458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/8849669842290571458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/8849669842290571458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-need-no-stinkin-sleep.html' title='I don&apos;t need no stinkin&apos; sleep!'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-3502748386547309654</id><published>2007-04-27T02:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T03:05:44.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission: Donut Possible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nekkid Boy Mission:&lt;/span&gt; Secure crazy toy car currently being held hostage in packing box behind Baby Burp's crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nekkid Boy sat up in bed and wiped his runny nose. He sat still and listened intently. Silence. Just what he was hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He quickly scurried out of his bed and quietly opened his bedroom door. Peering down the hall to the left and then to the right, he darted out and into the kitchen. After pulling a chair up to the counter, he opened the donut box and pulled one out. A quick bite and he was on his way down the hall to Baby Burp's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is she asleep still?" &lt;/span&gt;Nekkid Boy pondered. No matter. A donut would fix the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pushed the door open and walked over to the crib. He called her name a few times and was rewarded with a big smile when she finally opened her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He climbed into the crib and sat down opposite Baby Burp. He knew what would happen next. He was prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the patience of a cheetah on the hunt, he sat and he waited. She would make her move when she was ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Baby Burp lunged for the donut. He feinted a struggle, then let her have half of the donut as he leaped up, reached over the back rail of the crib and yanked the toy car free from the packing box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission accomplished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nekkid Boy smiled to himself and settled back to play with the car and enjoy his half of the donut.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-3502748386547309654?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3502748386547309654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=3502748386547309654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/3502748386547309654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/3502748386547309654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/mission-donut-possible.html' title='Mission: Donut Possible'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-6521139008955367511</id><published>2007-04-26T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T15:22:14.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Nekkid Boy Spends His Evening</title><content type='html'>1. Get out of bed and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Get out of bed and play again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get out of bed and open and close the bedroom door until Mommy Person or Big Daddy discover him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stand in the hallway and &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v697/la_rubicita/blog/DSC_0001.jpg"&gt;color on the walls&lt;/a&gt;. I'm not much of an Impressionist but I could go Pollack if I really tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v697/la_rubicita/blog/DSC_0003.jpg" align="right" hspace="5" vspace="5" /&gt;5. Get up and head to the kitchen. Dig through the diaper bag and find a granola bar and eat it.  Pull chair up to the stove, climb up and eat a donut or two from the box of donuts on top of the stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Poop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-6521139008955367511?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6521139008955367511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=6521139008955367511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/6521139008955367511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/6521139008955367511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-nekkid-boy-spends-his-evening.html' title='How Nekkid Boy Spends His Evening'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-2367103556878924088</id><published>2007-04-25T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T15:22:31.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Case of the Missing Tee-tee</title><content type='html'>It had been a long day for Mommy Person and she was asleep on her feet. She put both Baby Burp and Nekkid Boy into the bath tub together for some communal soaping and de-dirting.  Nekkid Boy could tell that Mommy Person's guard was down and she was vulnerable. If he was going to take action, now was the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He splashed water. He kicked water. He threw water. He giggled and laughed when Baby Burp belly flopped into the water and then twirled around in the water like a crocodile. He tried to create his own wave pool.  Then, when Mommy Person was on the phone he really stepped up his game and added screeching to all the splashing and water tossing. Finally, a very exasperated Mommy Person hung up the phone and declared that bath time was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nekkid Boy was out of the tub first. After being dried off, he was told to go to his room. He took off running down the hall, gleefully shouting and giggling as he zoomed from one end of the house to the other.  Mommy Person quickly picked up Baby Burp, wrapped her in a towel and headed to Nekkid Boy's room, calling to him to join them. He, of course, continued running up and down the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoom... down the hall... Zoom... up the hall... Zoom... down the hall... Zoom... up the hall.  Mommy Person was struggling to get Baby Burp into a diaper so she could diaper Nekkid Boy as well when she heard, "I tee-tee!!" as Nekkid Boy zoomed past yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?!  You what?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zooom... "TEEEEE-TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You went tee-tee??  WHERE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zooooom.... "TEEEEEEEEEEEEE-TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zooom... up the hall... Zoom.. down the hall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-2367103556878924088?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2367103556878924088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=2367103556878924088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/2367103556878924088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/2367103556878924088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/case-of-missing-tee-tee.html' title='Case of the Missing Tee-tee'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-8179469513779721419</id><published>2007-04-24T13:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T15:22:44.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"How to Make a Room Smell Good" by Nekkid Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;#1. Toss Italian seasonings all over the kitchen. Don't be shy. Really let loose and shake that container hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. Giggle while your daddy vacuums up the oregano mixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. Wait a few days, then dump your dry cereal all over the recliner. Make sure there are lots of crumbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. Giggle while your daddy vacuums up the dry cereal crumbs and inhale the odoriferous scent of Italy right in your own living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. (Optional) Giggle while your baby sister cries because she's skeered of the vacuum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-8179469513779721419?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8179469513779721419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=8179469513779721419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/8179469513779721419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/8179469513779721419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-to-make-room-smell-good-by-nekkid.html' title='&quot;How to Make a Room Smell Good&quot; by Nekkid Boy'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-804764543902830315</id><published>2007-04-24T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T13:23:18.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Nekkid Boy Did Today</title><content type='html'>- Laughed uproariously at &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneychannel/playhouse/charlieandlola/index.html"&gt;Charlie &amp; Lola&lt;/a&gt;'s opening credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dumped his bowl of dry cereal on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dumped his bowl of freeze dried &lt;a href="http://www.gerber.com/toddlersite?tmsdir=food&amp;amp;tmspage=grad_mini.html&amp;tmspromo=2"&gt;Gerber fruits&lt;/a&gt; on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hammered every surface possible in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sang the Boobie Boobie Boobie Boobie Choo-choo Train (&lt;a href="http://www.thetractors.com/videos.php"&gt;Boogie Woogie Choo-choo Train&lt;/a&gt; - aka Baby Likes to Rock It)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wiped his runny nose with his shoe.  More than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Came running out of his room shouting "Lotta poo!  Lotta poo!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-804764543902830315?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/804764543902830315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/804764543902830315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/things-nekkid-boy-did-today.html' title='Things Nekkid Boy Did Today'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-7869366468509430624</id><published>2007-04-06T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T19:58:54.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Lemony Fresh Nekkid Boy!</title><content type='html'>Nekkid Boy tip-toed into the bathroom of Mulberry House and found Mommy Person sitting on the throne. He sidled up to her and said, "Poo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Nekkid Boy. Tee-tee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tee-tee??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, tee-tee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wooowwww....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He realized that such witty repartee' wouldn't be enough to distract Mommy Person for long. He casually leaned against the sink and fiddled with the safety latch on the cabinet door. He inched a bit closer to the large wire shelving unit, his goal within reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy Person stood up and moved to the sink to wash her hands as the throne flushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bye-bye tee-teeeee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy Person smiled indulgently at Nekkid Boy. Surely she was marvelling at his superior brain power and acrobatic command of the English language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nekkid Boy could no longer resist the urge! He reached out for the Febreeze room deodorizer just as Mommy Person turned around to motion him to leave the bathroom with her. Caught in the act! Zounds!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no. Leave that alone please. Come on; let's go." And with that, she turned out the light assuming that Nekkid Boy would follow her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy Person quickly became involved in soothing Baby Burp. Nekkid Boy had bribed Baby Burp a new pacifier to cull her help with this scheme.  He knew Mommy Person would be busy for only a few minutes because Baby Burp was easily won over by the new Hug Me Elmo that Mommy Person brought home last week.  He had precious little time and had to work fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, too soon, he heard the clomp clomp of Mommy Person walking down the hallway.  Closer, closer, closer still. Squirt, squirt... He squeezed the Febreeze container as fast as he could to get in as many squirts as possible.  She was coming!  He could hear her calling his name!  Squirt-squirt-squirt!!  She's almost at the door! Squirtsquirtsquirt!!  She's turning the corner into the bathroom!!  SQUIRT!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy Person peered into the dark room and saw the haze of scent engulfing Nekkid Boy.  She moved closer, unsure of exactly what had transpired in the bathroom. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lemony fresh. How odd."&lt;/span&gt; she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reached out to Nekkid Boy just as he managed to sneak in a few final squirts.  Mommy Person shouted and squealed (which made Nekkid Boy giggle).  Mommy Person quickly discovered that Nekkid Boy's shirt and hair were completely soaked in Febreeze.  Mommy Person pulled the shirt off Nekkid Boy while Big Daddy called his favorite telephone operator at Poison Control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nekkid Boy chuckled and thought, "How ya like me now, yo. Lemon fresh.  The girls'll be all over me dawg. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-7869366468509430624?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/7869366468509430624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/7869366468509430624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-lemony-fresh-nekkid-boy.html' title='New Lemony Fresh Nekkid Boy!'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-8113975161172728339</id><published>2007-02-10T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T12:50:20.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nekkid Boy and the Great Egg Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Evil Mommy Person  forced our hero, Nekkid Boy, into manual labor.  She set him to task at the  kitchen stove, laboriously pouring seasoning into the eggs she whisked in a  bowl.  Nekkid Boy knew what was coming next. She would force him to spend hours  and hours whisking and whisking and whisking until his arm felt like it would  fall off!  He had to devise a plan to get away! He needed a distraction. But any  old distraction wouldn't work. It had to be monumental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;With the stealth of  a cheetah persuing it's next meal, Nekkid Boy slowly unscrewed the lid of the  seasoning container. Then, with the biggest, fastest, hardest shakes he could  muster, he sent that seasoning flying all over the kitchen!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mommy Person  gasped! Mommy Person shrieked!  Mommy Person groaned in dispair!  The dried  garlic and rosemary mixture was everywhere!  At least 80% of the container's  contents were flung far and wide across the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nekkid Boy shouted  with glee and made his escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-8113975161172728339?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8113975161172728339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=8113975161172728339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/8113975161172728339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/8113975161172728339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/02/nekkid-boy-and-great-egg-adventure.html' title='Nekkid Boy and the Great Egg Adventure'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-387239372588417880</id><published>2006-12-14T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T12:49:45.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nekkid Boy and the Great Turd Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nekkid Boy looked  up at Mommy Person as a small flicker of a smile turned his lips upward into a  charming yet mischevious grin.  He knew what was coming. And boy was it coming!   That Mommy Person -- she thought she could douse him in water, surround him with  bubbles, hand him a toy boat and think he wouldn't retaliate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;In all fairness, he  did try to warn her.  He whined a little. He bounced up and down. He even said,  "Hah poo."  But since he'd been saying that all day with no resulting poo, Mommy  Person just smiled and nodded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;AHA! The time was  drawning near! Mommy Person has turned her head away to pick up the bottle of  shampoo that Nekkid Boy threw on the floor. She has just dumped every single tub  toy into the tub! Victory is at hand! Nekkid Boy sent the "all out" signal and  did his duty.. er.. doody... er... duty.. er... ah well.. you get the  idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Three big, long  turds in the tub.  Not floaters either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nekkid Boy quietly  smirked at Mommy Person started draining the tub and gagging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-387239372588417880?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/387239372588417880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=387239372588417880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/387239372588417880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/387239372588417880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2006/12/nekkid-boy-and-great-turd-adventure.html' title='Nekkid Boy and the Great Turd Adventure'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-6723016701060215845</id><published>2006-09-25T01:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T12:51:19.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting on Nekkid Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Believe it or not,  Nekkid Boy is nearing the second anniversary of his birth. He shot into this  world on a warm October afternoon and, from that very moment, started giving  Mommy Person and Big Daddy reason to tear their hair out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Hospitals are fun,  right? Nekkid Boy took it upon himself to remain there for seventeen days to get  extra help fighting off germies that made him sleepy and not want to eat. All's  well that ends well and he kicked the hospital dust off his boots and has been  relatively healthy ever since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Recently, Nekkid Boy has  taken on some new adventures.  This morning while eating cereal, he sneezed on  Mommy Person. Got her smack dab on the forehead with a Honey Bunches of Oats  cereal flake.  Great aim Nekkid Boy!!  Since having a cold, snot bubbles seem to  be his greatest defense mechanism. Those bubbles are not only gross and icky,  they are slimy and very sticky. Perfect for those sneak attacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nekkid Boy has also  become quite skilled in the ancient art of Crib Vaulting. His recent practice  session didn't go quite as well as he planned. Sure, he made it out of his jail,  but the racket alerted Mommy Person who came swooping in and scooped him into  her arms.  It was such a startling landing for Nekkid Boy that, in a moment of  Hero Weakness (tm), he rested his head against Mommy Person while he caught his  breath.  The next afternoon, Big Daddy was able to peek in and spied Nekkid Boy  practicing his technique.  He didn't leave the crib, but he was quite adept at  getting himself up and over the end of the crib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It has been observed on  more than one occassion and in very public places that Nekkid Boy has become an  expert in the Limp Noodle Body Defense (tm). When used at the grocery store,  Mommy Person breaks out into a sweat and becomes quite agitated and  discombobulated.  That's the best time to grab something off the shelf and stuff  it into the cart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;All in all, Nekkid Boy  and Baby Burp have been keeping Mommy Person way too busy.  She very rarely has  more than a few moments to spend on "me" time. Just like Nekkid Boy planned.  MUHAHAHAHAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-6723016701060215845?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6723016701060215845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=6723016701060215845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/6723016701060215845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/6723016701060215845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/09/reflecting-on-nekkid-boy.html' title='Reflecting on Nekkid Boy'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-8145100952557769481</id><published>2006-08-15T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T12:50:59.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nekkid Boy's Big Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;Objective:  Escape evil lair of MommyPerson and Big Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nekkid Boy took care to  locate his captors.  Big Daddy was working studiously on battle strategies  playing XCom on his computer in the bedroom.  MommyPerson was providing  nourishment to Baby Burp in the back room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nekkid Boy slowly made  his way to the front of evil lair.  He stopped off in his room and loaded up his  Little Tykes shopping cart.  After trying to shove it over the door threshold  and into the hallway with no success, he abandoned his supplies of Disney  cellphones, various balls and his stuffed puppy dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Instead, he headed to  the front door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;He reached up and  flipped the bolt lock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;He turned the door knob  and opened the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;He pushed the screen  door and it opened with the greatest of ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Suddenly, out of  nowhere, Big Daddy swooped down, grabbed Nekkid Boy up and closed the  door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It was a near escape for  Nekkid Boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;MommyPerson made a  special trip to Lowes and is installing a new bolt on the door that's at the top  and completely out of Nekkid Boy's reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-8145100952557769481?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8145100952557769481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=8145100952557769481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/8145100952557769481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/8145100952557769481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/08/nekkid-boys-big-escape.html' title='Nekkid Boy&apos;s Big Escape'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-1392920732475065470</id><published>2006-08-09T01:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T12:50:41.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nekkid Boy vs. Baby Burp - Round 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Baby  Burp thinks she's so smooth... sucking up to MommyPerson (literally at times!),  cooing, giggling, smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Well.  Nekkid Boy showed  her just who is really in charge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;He sat there. He  watched. He waited for the right moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Then he stuck his finger  in her eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nekkid Boy - 1&lt;br /&gt;Baby Burp - 0&lt;br /&gt;&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/6639941561620846825-1392920732475065470?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1392920732475065470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=1392920732475065470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/1392920732475065470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/1392920732475065470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2007/08/nekkid-boy-vs-baby-burp-round-1.html' title='Nekkid Boy vs. Baby Burp - Round 1'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-8217084355769207644</id><published>2006-08-08T00:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T12:46:15.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nekkid Boy Thwarts Evol Haircut?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;While leisurely  roaming the halls of the Towne Center mall (and why are they called "town  centers" anyways! It's a freakin' mall dude!), our hero Nekkid Boy (who happened  to be wearing a super cute oatmeal colored linen overall set) was swooped down  upon and snatched up by MommyPerson. Tossed into the front of a stroller without  care for his well-being or bodily safetly, Nekkid Boy was whisked to the other  end of the mall and into Bill's Barber Shop O Horrors!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nekkid Boy  panicked.  (He's not even two years old people... it's okay if our hero panics  from time to time. Cut him some slack.. sheesh!)  What evol tortures awaited him  today? What heinous obscenities had MommyPerson devised for this adventure!   Would Nekkid Boy survive?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;After much wailing  and gnashing of teeth, the fur, I mean hair, really started to fly.  Nekkid Boy  was magically transformed from a cute little boy starting a mullet into the  Cutest Boy In The World (tm)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;But, oh! The agony  of it all!  The emotional scars will follow Nekkid Boy for  &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;... okay.. &lt;u&gt;months&lt;/u&gt;... well... weeks!  Oh  heck, he's over it all ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-8217084355769207644?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8217084355769207644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=8217084355769207644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/8217084355769207644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/8217084355769207644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2006/08/nekkid-boy-thwarts-evol-haircut.html' title='Nekkid Boy Thwarts Evol Haircut?'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-3670842556474765772</id><published>2006-07-27T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T12:45:21.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nekkid Boy News Flash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;New Flash!!  This just  in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Earlier this evening,  Nekkid Boy was once again trying to dodge the evil MommyPerson's attempts to  control him and put him in the evil cage for the night. He wailed and screamed  and threw his body from side to side while being carried through the mall by  MommyPerson but to no avail! (However, an innocent bystander did mention to  MommyPerson that she looked quite serene throughout the entire tantrum... Score  one for MommyPerson!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;After a terrifying trip  back to Mulberry House that included tossing Mr. Puppy around the backseat of  the car and being force fed a sippy of milk, Nekkid Boy knew his options were  limited.  Even before MommyPerson said that it was bath time, he had his plan  ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Calmly and with a  certain stoicism, Nekkid Boy undressed and leaped into the tub.  He kicked the  water. He stomped in the water, cackling as waves splashed out of the tub, onto  MommyPerson and onto the floor.  He was biding his time, waiting for that  perfect moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And then..... it  happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Baby Burp started to  wail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sure enough, just as he  suspected would happen, MommyPerson dashed out of the bathroom just long  enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Upon her return,  MommyPerson found Nekkid Boy dancing a jig in the tub while his towel floated in  the wake of his waves... his adult sized bath sheet towel... soaking.  wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;MommyPerson stood there  and pretended not to notice the peach fluffiness floating in the water.  She'd  let Big Daddy deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-3670842556474765772?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3670842556474765772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=3670842556474765772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/3670842556474765772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/3670842556474765772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2006/07/nekkid-boy-news-flash.html' title='Nekkid Boy News Flash!'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-7275787025561591659</id><published>2006-07-22T02:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T12:44:33.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nekkid Boy Strikes Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;When we last left our  hero, MommyPerson had won the evening battle and Nekkid Boy was relegated to his  night time prison. Comforted with Mr. Puppy and several Dr. Seuss books, it  seemed that our hero was down for the count.  But then he remembered... the  secret weapon... the one thing MommyPerson could not discount.   Hunger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nekkid Boy slowly ramped  up the Whine O Burst Eardrums.  Starting out slow and low, he systematically  revved up the frequency of his outbursts as well as the volume and intensity.   Baby Burp was already fighting with MommyPerson, not allowing MommyPerson time  for even the fastest and desperately needed bio break.  Nekkid Boy wondered if  maybe Baby Burp was ready to switch sides and fight MommyPerson with him!  But  no time for musings... gotta keep that Whine going!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;MommyPerson finally  caved. Nekkid Boy was up and free!  Sucking down Cracklin' Oat Bran, three bites  of turkey and some Quaker Oatmeal Cereal was just what he needed to fuel up.  He  danced a jig on the nursing stool; he ran up and down the hall; he tried  spinning in a circle; he even screeched as loud as he could to make Baby Burp  wake up and cry again!  He had a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Then, he knew it was  time.  The moment had arrived and he was prepared.  When MommyPerson wasn't  looking, he squatted down and filled his diaper with the foulest three day old  poop he could muster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;No one could say this  night was a victory for MommyPerson now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639941561620846825-7275787025561591659?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7275787025561591659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=7275787025561591659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/7275787025561591659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/7275787025561591659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2006/07/nekkid-boy-strikes-again.html' title='Nekkid Boy Strikes Again'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639941561620846825.post-1179653497892812825</id><published>2006-07-21T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T12:43:38.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of Nekkid Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The  following is a true story. All these events happened in real life to one tired,  desperate, sweaty and somewhat hungry mother of two.  Names and locations have  been changed to protect the innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nekkid Boy knew his cleverly  designed costume would confuse his arch enemy "MommyPerson".  Hiding in plain  view is the best way to avoid being found so he disguised himself as a guileless  twenty-one month old toddler.  As MommyPerson tried to force Poisoned Peas down  his throat, he was able to sort out the persnickety and abhorred vegetable from  the corn, beans and carrots with which the peas were mixed. Amazingly, he did  this sorting in his mouth with his tongue and then, taunting MommyPerson, slowly  let the peas roll off his tongue and down into his shorts cuffs all the while  retaining the other vegetables in his mouth for consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes,  Nekkid Boy is a clever one!  After the poisoned pea incident, Nekkid Boy  stumbled upon one of MommyPerson's secret weapons... her sidekick Baby Burp.   Baby Burp was laying in a bed waiting for her chance to foil Nekkid Boy's heroic  efforts. At the sight of Nekkid Boy, Baby Burp began to wail!  Nekkid Boy sent  up the alarm by mimicking Baby Burp's wail, "Whoa whoa whooooaaa!"  Nekkid Boy  could only hope that his sonic cries would reach his fellow superhero, Chatty  Charlotte, and that she could rescue him!  Until she arrived, Nekkid Boy was on  his own and decided to silence Baby Burp by feeding her some Cracklin' Oat  Bran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After abandoning her pointless efforts to poison our hero with  peas, MommyPerson insisted upon dousing Nekkid Boy in water. She called this his  "bath time" but Nekkid Boy knew better!  She was calling out the big guns on  him.  She was going to try to bring him down using her infamous Super Villain  (tm) ploy called The Breastfeeding Circus.  To that end, she employed her evil  side-kick Baby Burp to latch onto her breast and suck out the venomous milk  while she prepared Nekkid Boy's bath.  While bathing and sitting helplessly in  Mommy Person's view, Baby Burp would suddenly release the Evil Breast and milk  would squirt everywhere. Fortunately, our hero Nekkid Boy is wily and  resourceful and was able to dodge the acidic milk as it sprayed down the walls  of the bathroom.  Soon MommyPerson realized she'd been foiled again and gave up  on the venomous milk attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nekkid Boy realized his only chance for  escape would happen while MommyPerson returned Baby Burp to the secret evil  lair.  Once MommyPerson dashed around the corner, Nekkid Boy was up like  lightening and climbed out of the tub o' doom.  Then, mini wiener bouncing as he  ran, Nekkid Boy screeched and ran as fast as he could up and down the hallway  constantly swerving and changing directions to avoid MommyPerson's grasp.  As he  would zip by, he'd stop and shake Baby Burp's bed. This would give him a few  extra seconds while MommyPerson stopped to soothe Baby Burp.  Nekkid Boy made it  to the all glass front door at least five times before finally cornered at the  toilet by MommyPerson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vile and evil MommyPerson may have won  tonight, but in the morning Nekkid Boy will be released from his holding chamber  and will once again roam the halls of Mulberry House fighting for toddler rights  and toys in the old fashioned American way!  He has spent many, many hours  perfecting his perfect weapon and tomorrow will unleash......................   The Howling Wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned ladies and gentlemen till next time when we  hear Nekkid Boy stop MommyPerson cold in her tracks by singing The Itsy Bitsy  Spider... a ploy always guaranteed to make MommyPerson's seemingly relentless  nattering come to a grinding halt.&lt;br /&gt;&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/6639941561620846825-1179653497892812825?l=nekkidboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1179653497892812825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639941561620846825&amp;postID=1179653497892812825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/1179653497892812825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639941561620846825/posts/default/1179653497892812825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nekkidboy.blogspot.com/2006/07/adventures-of-nekkid-boy.html' title='Adventures of Nekkid Boy'/><author><name>rubia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962683474198429905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQyridg1A04/S3chRhmGgAI/AAAAAAAASqI/uaRDci5ACco/S220/n717035018_5539.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
