<?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-5322389342447307171</id><updated>2012-01-23T14:31:44.895-08:00</updated><category term='I&apos;ll show you how daddy'/><category term='daddy helped'/><category term='HE LOVES TO DANCE WITH THE LADAS'/><category term='wish you were here too'/><category term='kayley voice'/><category term='Love those floppy ears'/><category term='we miss you grandma'/><category term='they are worth it'/><category term='just a little shirley'/><category term='prego pic 9 months'/><category term='cheers to the good life'/><category term='one women and a few long tongues'/><category term='not just a middle name'/><category term='one man'/><category term='down set hut and smile'/><category term='my brave girl'/><category term='I have the best parents'/><category term='I want to be a cowboy baby'/><category term='lasik weekend'/><category term='very pleased with herself'/><category term='tent livin'/><category term='get in my bella'/><category term='I&apos;m beatufil damnit Bette Midler'/><category term='kiddos pics'/><category term='together forever'/><category term='I was the only one crying that day'/><category term='sorry its not closer up'/><category term='Love you and Miss you'/><category term='the last days have come'/><category term='Arizona trail boy'/><category term='i love scoohhool'/><category term='Gus and Belle'/><title type='text'>moore please</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-4125029701706366381</id><published>2012-01-15T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T06:29:02.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White dress #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A1hl0Mgh5lM/TxMJDmLKFVI/AAAAAAAAA6o/K787_DtswqM/s1600/DSCN2826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697907910945412434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A1hl0Mgh5lM/TxMJDmLKFVI/AAAAAAAAA6o/K787_DtswqM/s320/DSCN2826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Must be a mom thing, but this picture makes me tear up a little. Our sweet pea of a daughter was baptized on December 27t&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;.  Leading up to this day, Mark and I would talk to her about the important  decision this is. I am a convert to the church of Jesus Christ of latter day saints. I was baptized when I was 15. I remember at the age of 12 taking the missionary lessons as a family, and wanting to be baptized then. However, my parents in their wisdom, wanted me (us) to wait until I knew more. I appreciate that now so much. Baptism is not a light promise one makes to the Lord. When I finally decided to be baptized, I remember the night before, my dad coming in my room, &amp;amp; sitting on my bed. He started talking to me about what an important &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; it is to be baptized &amp;amp; to go to church. He told me that he doesn't know if the Mormon church is the only true church, but he does believe that if there is a church closest to Christ, it would be that one. He also told me that joining that church, if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what I really want  to do, I need to take it serious. He said,"It is not just a "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; church." It is one you have to live everyday." I have thought about that so much, as my own testimony grows a little everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Being baptized into the "Mormon" church has been such a blessing to me in my life. On Sunday, and Everyday. I wanted Lauren to have the opportunity to really think about being baptized. I talked to her beforehand. I told her that if she didn't feel ready, she didn't have to do it yet. I asked her why SHE wanted to be baptized. She replied, text book primary answer, "because Jesus did." I replied, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; right. But why do YOU want to be." She looked up at me, pondered a moment and then with such &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surety&lt;/span&gt; in her eyes, said " I want the gift of the holy ghost."  She is such a shining light to me. That sweet girl, just last night, was throwing up, and in the middle of doing so says, "Mom I want to say a prayer." She knew that through prayer, the holy ghost would bring her comfort.  She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt; me so much with her quiet confidence. She has no problem getting up in sacrament and bearing her testimony. She tells me, at school some kids don't understand why she believes in Jesus. She says she tells them "Because I know He loves me." She is strong in her faith. I hope and pray she holds onto that throughout her life. Not just on Sunday, but everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-4125029701706366381?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/4125029701706366381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=4125029701706366381&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/4125029701706366381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/4125029701706366381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2012/01/white-dress-2.html' title='White dress #2'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A1hl0Mgh5lM/TxMJDmLKFVI/AAAAAAAAA6o/K787_DtswqM/s72-c/DSCN2826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-4129728802836101358</id><published>2011-11-28T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T20:52:26.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the race is on, and here comes pride in the backstretch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JW6XsxgqijQ/TtReBOVyt_I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/faeHfebvofQ/s1600/103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680268405143418866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JW6XsxgqijQ/TtReBOVyt_I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/faeHfebvofQ/s320/103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently my mom and dad came to phoenix, and we got to go stay up there with them in the hotel, while the men folk (Mark, my dad and my brother Tom) went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nascar&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you Mom and Dad for such a fun weekend. Mark wanted me to be sure to say he had a great time watching the race with you too, Dad. Here are the pics he took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RrXkeQMnkP0/TtReA9gKa3I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/onMM1e3mutA/s1600/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680268400623512434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RrXkeQMnkP0/TtReA9gKa3I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/onMM1e3mutA/s320/073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;burning&lt;/span&gt; rubber done on that day. This is a single stash of wheels one car can burn through in one race! ~(OK so I don't know if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; true, or if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what this picture is really of, but if you know me, I gotta add a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pizazz&lt;/span&gt; to everything!)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VB8UbOm8Koc/TtReAGxTuZI/AAAAAAAAA6E/4J1FY76ZHsQ/s1600/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680268385931475346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VB8UbOm8Koc/TtReAGxTuZI/AAAAAAAAA6E/4J1FY76ZHsQ/s320/070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking right on the asphalt. My favorite part of this picture is the old dude clutching his checkered race pillow. I bet he sleeps with it. (and I am pretty proud of myself I didn't make one "ass" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;phalt&lt;/span&gt; comment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_7j6f3t4OZc/TtRd_6yvruI/AAAAAAAAA54/PD1CtSw4Ivc/s1600/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680268382716276450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_7j6f3t4OZc/TtRd_6yvruI/AAAAAAAAA54/PD1CtSw4Ivc/s320/071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those yellow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bleachers&lt;/span&gt; is where the men folk spent much of their day. Maybe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why old dude had a pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3BQT9EemJ3s/TtRd_jPW1NI/AAAAAAAAA5s/0C9K1omdR3A/s1600/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680268376393831634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3BQT9EemJ3s/TtRd_jPW1NI/AAAAAAAAA5s/0C9K1omdR3A/s320/074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carl Edwards Crew Chief's station. It's covered up because the threat of rain persisted up until about 1 p.m then the sun beat down and the race was on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tkBEXYMqdq8/TtRc2s1tvgI/AAAAAAAAA5g/3PQPTz4MivU/s1600/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680267124840185346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tkBEXYMqdq8/TtRc2s1tvgI/AAAAAAAAA5g/3PQPTz4MivU/s320/082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was how close they got to be. Mark said you had to wear earplugs because of how loud it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mh7be3bZoRA/TtRc2LFIltI/AAAAAAAAA5U/rhBBNMFU2SU/s1600/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680267115778053842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mh7be3bZoRA/TtRc2LFIltI/AAAAAAAAA5U/rhBBNMFU2SU/s320/066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The men folk were able to get "pit passes." Apparently though the "pit pass," is not nearly as cool as the "garage pit pass." So here are people looking down on what they thought they were getting. .........Next time.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MlT1WnXDGHk/TtRc15jWzqI/AAAAAAAAA5I/IYdo1duU-vU/s1600/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680267111072976546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MlT1WnXDGHk/TtRc15jWzqI/AAAAAAAAA5I/IYdo1duU-vU/s320/080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one's for Thomas. Mark had to show him that "Mac" was there! He believed him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mwsRwrw9SNY/TtRc1VWpICI/AAAAAAAAA48/-0yAyuK0EGw/s1600/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680267101355974690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mwsRwrw9SNY/TtRc1VWpICI/AAAAAAAAA48/-0yAyuK0EGw/s320/076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More Tires.....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aflac&lt;/span&gt; style.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-InktEJ9Gh9o/TtRc1GIuc7I/AAAAAAAAA4w/5BpaCTPfwL4/s1600/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680267097271071666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-InktEJ9Gh9o/TtRc1GIuc7I/AAAAAAAAA4w/5BpaCTPfwL4/s320/078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this picture is very cool! I promise that wasn't sarcasm, I really do think this picture is neat. Again,just want to say "Thank you mom and dad for fun &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt;!" Love you and I hope you like these pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-4129728802836101358?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/4129728802836101358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=4129728802836101358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/4129728802836101358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/4129728802836101358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-race-is-on-and-here-comes-pride-in.html' title='And the race is on, and here comes pride in the backstretch'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JW6XsxgqijQ/TtReBOVyt_I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/faeHfebvofQ/s72-c/103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-5495863203098669268</id><published>2011-11-15T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T19:00:41.975-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kayley voice'/><title type='text'>in the babes view</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TvRKp4Ze9Us/TsK_pFTYcDI/AAAAAAAAA4g/DSzIu1y6RNI/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675309192959258674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TvRKp4Ze9Us/TsK_pFTYcDI/AAAAAAAAA4g/DSzIu1y6RNI/s320/062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi~ Kayley here. Since my mom doesn't seem to be blogging as much as she use too, I thought I'd take a turn at it and share some food for thought. mmmm food. Here are my lessons I have learned this weekend. The picture above is me with my cousin Jacob. I met him when I was just a little baby. Now we are both grown up and walking and talking. No one else seems to understand what we say though, so we just look at them funny and both just laugh. Mom says we are going to be best friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson #1: take note of the number of teeth before you stick your finger in another babies mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OpQAQt228iU/TsK_osypkxI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/POAmPj3Aoec/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675309186379518738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OpQAQt228iU/TsK_osypkxI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/POAmPj3Aoec/s320/063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lesson #2 Babies will bite when you stick your finger in their mouth, no matter how cute they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M4NnY4_jdyY/TsK_oZN-ceI/AAAAAAAAA4M/QVA5sSBO7qk/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675309181125423586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M4NnY4_jdyY/TsK_oZN-ceI/AAAAAAAAA4M/QVA5sSBO7qk/s320/064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lesson #3 : it hurts but only for a second. However if you make a pouty face, grandpa will kiss it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hXndyQ08vyA/TsK_nUVS-5I/AAAAAAAAA4A/TIelfwoeRJI/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675309162634083218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hXndyQ08vyA/TsK_nUVS-5I/AAAAAAAAA4A/TIelfwoeRJI/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lesson #4 : you can pee and bounce at the same time. I did. I bet grandma did too. just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JeGTubxZfhA/TsK_nJ25F4I/AAAAAAAAA30/cai7hp1JaUk/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675309159822202754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JeGTubxZfhA/TsK_nJ25F4I/AAAAAAAAA30/cai7hp1JaUk/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lesson #5  When your mom wears a cute knit hat, don't pull on it, because she thinks its annoying.  Lets be honest here though, I am what makes this picture cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; My last and final lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson#6 : EVERYTHING IS BETTER WHEN GRANDMA IS HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-5495863203098669268?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/5495863203098669268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=5495863203098669268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/5495863203098669268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/5495863203098669268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-babes-view.html' title='in the babes view'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TvRKp4Ze9Us/TsK_pFTYcDI/AAAAAAAAA4g/DSzIu1y6RNI/s72-c/062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-392531885517263622</id><published>2011-08-09T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T15:16:50.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>honey do list</title><content type='html'>In the three days I was home before I left for my visit to my parents, I stayed up late bashing and scraping and sweeping up white tile. Seriously who puts in white tile?! Well I have been talking to Mark about how much I'd like to be rid of it, so one night he came home, saw me bashing away, and in his calmness said,"We're really doing this then." Goodbye white tile. Hello wood laminate! Yes, so I am a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;impulsive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FXPQmxXgdjU/TkGv-EW6C5I/AAAAAAAAA3s/wfiV803ZJao/s1600/DSCN2546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638981689301142418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FXPQmxXgdjU/TkGv-EW6C5I/AAAAAAAAA3s/wfiV803ZJao/s320/DSCN2546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My parents gave me this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;space heater&lt;/span&gt; fire place. Isn't it beautiful?!! I love it! Now I have a blank spot on my wall I need suggestions on how to decorate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ncbn_hMib-k/TkGv94FosdI/AAAAAAAAA3k/pMJu_4-HYKc/s1600/DSCN2545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638981686007476690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ncbn_hMib-k/TkGv94FosdI/AAAAAAAAA3k/pMJu_4-HYKc/s320/DSCN2545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TA DA!! My man laid the floor while the kiddos and I were in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Farmington&lt;/span&gt;. He did such a great job.&lt;br /&gt;I know you can't take your home with you to heaven. I also know that my home in heaven will not have white tile!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-392531885517263622?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/392531885517263622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=392531885517263622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/392531885517263622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/392531885517263622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2011/08/honey-do-list.html' title='honey do list'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FXPQmxXgdjU/TkGv-EW6C5I/AAAAAAAAA3s/wfiV803ZJao/s72-c/DSCN2546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-7761094875596878724</id><published>2011-08-09T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T13:55:29.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2011</title><content type='html'>Some pics before the blog.......&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79nY1HLS6dU/TkGXQDA2i6I/AAAAAAAAA3c/Vjw3lGjBGx8/s1600/summer%2B11%2B060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638954510387153826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79nY1HLS6dU/TkGXQDA2i6I/AAAAAAAAA3c/Vjw3lGjBGx8/s320/summer%2B11%2B060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The traditional lunch with Tom. Here he is with his fiery hot red head and my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; Amber, and baby Jacob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zf8J2kkIjls/TkGXP6ai4aI/AAAAAAAAA3U/9iA8Yf16anU/s1600/summer%2B11%2B085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638954508078997922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zf8J2kkIjls/TkGXP6ai4aI/AAAAAAAAA3U/9iA8Yf16anU/s320/summer%2B11%2B085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going on a train ride in Colorado at the Bar D &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chuckwagon&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Durango&lt;/span&gt; 7/29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XCqyo0zqGS0/TkGXPn1pCDI/AAAAAAAAA3M/gp-4tQ5nw4Y/s1600/summer%2B11%2B077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638954503092373554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XCqyo0zqGS0/TkGXPn1pCDI/AAAAAAAAA3M/gp-4tQ5nw4Y/s320/summer%2B11%2B077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My pretty girls! Lauren was introduced to "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bieber&lt;/span&gt; fever," while we were in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;farmington&lt;/span&gt;. Pains me to even admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ntGE7Geo6KY/TkGXPfHL1YI/AAAAAAAAA3E/ddUbAP7mWqs/s1600/summer%2B11%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638954500750038402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ntGE7Geo6KY/TkGXPfHL1YI/AAAAAAAAA3E/ddUbAP7mWqs/s320/summer%2B11%2B047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob got Kayley hugs all the time! He was a good sport. She just thought he might as well get use to it because girls are going to want to hug him &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bRZbYQUFP-w/TkGTYu2fjdI/AAAAAAAAA28/vCRXTd-C1jQ/s1600/summer%2B11%2B071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638950261547306450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bRZbYQUFP-w/TkGTYu2fjdI/AAAAAAAAA28/vCRXTd-C1jQ/s320/summer%2B11%2B071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 7/2011 Lauren, Kayley and Thomas getting ready to watch a play. Very cool by the way. How have I lived in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Farmington&lt;/span&gt; my whole life and not know this place existed? This was "Josephs coat of many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Technicolors&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tzHAA3CeHMM/TkGTYSu782I/AAAAAAAAA20/AKn8lZguoco/s1600/summer%2B11%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638950253999420258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tzHAA3CeHMM/TkGTYSu782I/AAAAAAAAA20/AKn8lZguoco/s320/summer%2B11%2B057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Beautiful mom. Seriously an angel on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2VS7PbaqQwY/TkGTYFcVAvI/AAAAAAAAA2s/5nfhpbqDmb8/s1600/summer%2B11%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638950250431709938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2VS7PbaqQwY/TkGTYFcVAvI/AAAAAAAAA2s/5nfhpbqDmb8/s320/summer%2B11%2B055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My daddy. I think he really likes having critters around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HzvU_v0xUG8/TkGTX00aH4I/AAAAAAAAA2k/yeRv-bZtd2o/s1600/summer%2B11%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638950245969305474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HzvU_v0xUG8/TkGTX00aH4I/AAAAAAAAA2k/yeRv-bZtd2o/s320/summer%2B11%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; San Diego Harbor- Sarah, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;, Lauren, Thomas, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Quade&lt;/span&gt; and Ben. 6/2011 Below is Thomas and Mark and Kayley. Sorry I can't help myself, but Mark is so Handsome! (lookey there I kept it G-rated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ID25bSkNFP0/TkGTXiuea9I/AAAAAAAAA2c/AZ8edIdI0zY/s1600/summer%2B11%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638950241112583122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ID25bSkNFP0/TkGTXiuea9I/AAAAAAAAA2c/AZ8edIdI0zY/s320/summer%2B11%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well I have just gotten home from a month long vacation. I first went with my family and in laws to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BEAUUUTIFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; San Diego. This is my new favorite vacation spot to see the ocean. So freeing and humbling to stand on the beach. The Ocean has the capability to be kind or harsh in a matter of seconds. I thought I might explode from the fun of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;boogey&lt;/span&gt; boarding with my husband (no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not what "they're calling it these days," we were really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;boogey&lt;/span&gt; boarding.) And then in the same second, HUGE waves came crashing down and I thought I may have a panic attack right then and there of being drifted out to sea. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so I am being a little over dramatic, but in my defense...sharks are real! It was so fun. We went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Legoland&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Seaworld&lt;/span&gt;, toured historical ships, rode a harbor cruise around the, well the harbor. By far my best moment though was the ocean with my family, I don't think that will ever get old. If I lived by the sea I would be found with a good book and a nice tan.&lt;br /&gt;Upon return from the great state of California, I was home for 3 days, had enough time to pack for a three week excursion to....brace yourself......my hometown! Not nearly as exciting as the ocean, however no matter how old I get,no matter how many kids I have; THERE WILL BE NO PLACE LIKE HOME. I honestly would go home over going to....Europe, or Hawaii. (Maybe.)&lt;br /&gt;I love walking into the front door of the same home I started kindergarten in. The same home that use to have a huge man-made tree house in the back yard that my brothers would throw all my barbies out of. Thankfully that is torn down (the heart attack I would have if my kids tried jumping out of it) and now my parents yard has become my mothers sacred garden spot. (Not so sacred she won't let my kids decorate it with painted rocks though) This is the same house I would sneak out of and just sit on the sidewalk down the street feeling like such a rebel. The same house that two of our dogs are buried in the back. The same house that I got to paint my room in grass green with light mint green &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;splats&lt;/span&gt; and Elvis posters. (what was I thinking?) The same house that my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt; would come over and we would stay up late talking in my room, (Her-hoping my brother would stay and keep talking. Me- just waiting for Tom to leave! Just kidding bro. I am so glad you married the girl with two red &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;braids&lt;/span&gt;. I like to think I helped ;))&lt;br /&gt;So I love sharing this same home with my kids. They know going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;farmington&lt;/span&gt; equals happiness. That is how I remember home....happiness.&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun to catch up with old friends, it was fun to stay up late on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;back porch&lt;/span&gt; with mom and dad. It was fun to go on a ride-a-long with my big brother Jake in his cop car. (If you know me at all, you know that I like to solve suspicious activity. YES ,I very well may end up being that lady in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mu mu&lt;/span&gt; with rollers in her hair,calling the Poe-Poe.) It was fun to bathe my baby girl with my worth the wait nephew, Jacob. (This kid makes you feel like to him, you are the most important person in the world) It was fun to go to church and realize that no matter where you go to church, its the same spirit. It was just simple fun to be home.&lt;br /&gt;It was not fun being that gone that long from my husband. And from my home. My home, that I want to equal happiness for my kids. SO that when they are married with kids of their own, they know, as I do, that THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-7761094875596878724?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/7761094875596878724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=7761094875596878724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/7761094875596878724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/7761094875596878724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-2011.html' title='Summer 2011'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79nY1HLS6dU/TkGXQDA2i6I/AAAAAAAAA3c/Vjw3lGjBGx8/s72-c/summer%2B11%2B060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-5140641781766069442</id><published>2011-05-29T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T13:58:44.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ode to the plumber</title><content type='html'>We went camping this last week. The kids have developed a love for camping that I assure you they inherited from their dad, because frankly I like running water and the comforts of my own home. But I hiked up my big cowgirl pants with a big smile and we had a great time.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-qUr4U62a0/TePP-z_QSFI/AAAAAAAAA1o/kA8zmH2Vbqw/s1600/DSCN2399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612558238648125522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-qUr4U62a0/TePP-z_QSFI/AAAAAAAAA1o/kA8zmH2Vbqw/s320/DSCN2399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my Thomas bringing me flowers. I said, "Oh Thomas, you already know the way to a girls heart." He replied, "I only love you Mom." &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aaaawwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He's pretty precious. (and knows it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UhHQJJZUb60/TePP-luKdSI/AAAAAAAAA1g/HA_O3in_uHA/s1600/DSCN2338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612558234818344226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UhHQJJZUb60/TePP-luKdSI/AAAAAAAAA1g/HA_O3in_uHA/s320/DSCN2338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just thought this picture was cool. I know...I need to get out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PknH8p6uEI/TePP-a0Ia0I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/lyRPe60NLws/s1600/DSCN2387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612558231890586434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PknH8p6uEI/TePP-a0Ia0I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/lyRPe60NLws/s320/DSCN2387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thomas on our nature hike. He found two pine cones he was quite proud of. Then threw them over the edge, along with anything else he could toss. ( like a cell phone....don't worry, luckily it was his toy one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SrrPebqYfic/TePP-FoJmyI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/gmTshcnoRMU/s1600/DSCN2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612558226203188002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SrrPebqYfic/TePP-FoJmyI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/gmTshcnoRMU/s320/DSCN2396.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mark in his complete element. I was only wondering....."Just how much life insurance do I have on him....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hhhmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" Oh I AM JUST KIDDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RejThtlq6FA/TePP91OWOeI/AAAAAAAAA1I/c3wjXvIxzeI/s1600/DSCN2388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612558221799995874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RejThtlq6FA/TePP91OWOeI/AAAAAAAAA1I/c3wjXvIxzeI/s320/DSCN2388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our good friends, The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Blackburns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, met us up there. Here are all the kiddos pretending to fly. It's totally believable, because of my mad camera skills. (Thomas, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lily&lt;/span&gt;, Daphne, Kate, and Lauren) 5/2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to hike down to the lake for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ubKudPJ1vG8/TePPPVglU5I/AAAAAAAAA1A/286L72Hwi8Q/s1600/DSCN2343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612557423012565906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ubKudPJ1vG8/TePPPVglU5I/AAAAAAAAA1A/286L72Hwi8Q/s320/DSCN2343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the fish hatchery which was very cool to see how they stock all the lakes, then stopped to fish and have a picnic at Christopher Creek nearby. That was very beautiful. Hard to realize its the same state as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ajo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I guess beauty is in the eye of the beholder, some people like cactus. We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;prefer&lt;/span&gt; the pines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tMZwnQrUIkE/TePPPPEq5vI/AAAAAAAAA04/9snxxylvet4/s1600/DSCN2355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612557421284878066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tMZwnQrUIkE/TePPPPEq5vI/AAAAAAAAA04/9snxxylvet4/s320/DSCN2355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mark, again in his happy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cvh-KOWk1L8/TePPO_lOa9I/AAAAAAAAA0w/soyAC1fSpJ4/s1600/DSCN2360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612557417126456274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cvh-KOWk1L8/TePPO_lOa9I/AAAAAAAAA0w/soyAC1fSpJ4/s320/DSCN2360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-teWkrBvTtyg/TePPOjPnXUI/AAAAAAAAA0o/ODvQdTeppJ8/s1600/DSCN2374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612557409519623490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-teWkrBvTtyg/TePPOjPnXUI/AAAAAAAAA0o/ODvQdTeppJ8/s320/DSCN2374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kayley and Penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D30Rbfn0Z08/TePPOEX1kpI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JG6nE6eo12Y/s1600/DSCN2382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612557401232609938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D30Rbfn0Z08/TePPOEX1kpI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JG6nE6eo12Y/s320/DSCN2382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We lucked out because Smokey the bear was in town visiting. If you look at Thomas' shirt, you'll see just how much he loves Smokey. He later said, " I know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not the real smokey. But I still like him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hOGACjbj-CE/TePL5khcpuI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/MS1-M9nk8Jw/s1600/DSCN2342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612553750550718178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hOGACjbj-CE/TePL5khcpuI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/MS1-M9nk8Jw/s320/DSCN2342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I told Lauren to make a pirate face. She's a good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cCfT5ddzLf8/TePL5ZHR9dI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/R_kHzyASszQ/s1600/DSCN2362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612553747488175570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cCfT5ddzLf8/TePL5ZHR9dI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/R_kHzyASszQ/s320/DSCN2362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They look sweet, but right after this was taken they tried to push &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ujrb6TdMbk/TePL5EEcvRI/AAAAAAAAA0I/llJUKoWyE_Q/s1600/DSCN2344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612553741839154450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ujrb6TdMbk/TePL5EEcvRI/AAAAAAAAA0I/llJUKoWyE_Q/s320/DSCN2344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thomas displaying art work of his surroundings on his chalk board.&lt;br /&gt;I think he likes Cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D7hvGOiyrJE/TePL42IhHeI/AAAAAAAAA0A/NhpZ3zAIbkk/s1600/DSCN2345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612553738098122210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D7hvGOiyrJE/TePL42IhHeI/AAAAAAAAA0A/NhpZ3zAIbkk/s320/DSCN2345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just love this picture! It did not take long for this little one to find the water. oh' well. She loved throwing little rocks in and I loved reading my book. Win -win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b7iL4QqjnNY/TePL4kcj83I/AAAAAAAAAz4/9Hmx8yPJfkk/s1600/DSCN2385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612553733350355826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b7iL4QqjnNY/TePL4kcj83I/AAAAAAAAAz4/9Hmx8yPJfkk/s320/DSCN2385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a secret. I am not a high &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt; gal. I don't need the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;latest&lt;/span&gt; updated furniture , house or even clothes. I don't have to wear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of makeup to feel pretty. I am not picky about where I live. But I have realized something about myself that could very well make my family, well possibly my husband, disown me. I AM A PRINCESS. Thats not my secret though. Lots of people already know this about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like not having running water. I don't enjoy pooping in the woods like a bear, ( I know...T.M.I. but deal with it) I LIKE to feel organized and clean. Some may think my need for a clean home is obsessive &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;compulsive&lt;/span&gt;, I just think I like to be tidy. DO you know what is NOT A TIDY situation, but apparently is enjoyable because so many people go???? CAMPING! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Here's&lt;/span&gt; my secret, you may want to sit down, I DON"T like CAMPING! There I said it. Too late to take back now, my poor husband is in full on shock, I am sure. We even just bought a pop up camper, which I love, actually. I love the idea of it. I don't love feeling dirty, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disheveled&lt;/span&gt; and unorganized. I do sleep good though in a sleeping bag. Here is why I go camping though.......one little, two little, three little monkeys who really LOVE it! Seeing these pictures though, and the memories we created, I would gladly pack up and go back tomarrow. Well maybe in a month or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-5140641781766069442?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/5140641781766069442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=5140641781766069442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/5140641781766069442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/5140641781766069442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2011/05/ode-to-plumber.html' title='ode to the plumber'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-qUr4U62a0/TePP-z_QSFI/AAAAAAAAA1o/kA8zmH2Vbqw/s72-c/DSCN2399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-4625906934394115576</id><published>2011-05-13T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T12:36:42.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its a little outdated...TOMBSTONE!</title><content type='html'>Growing up Doc &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Holliday&lt;/span&gt; was my favorite! I even named my cat after him. (R.I.P Doc.) So of course I HAD to get a picture with him! Wyatt Earp and the boys got their feelings hurt, but Doc said "Now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;here's&lt;/span&gt; a lady with good taste."&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fwqu0FyyQY/Tc2ESSxeQVI/AAAAAAAAAzs/3GPwpL0s5-Y/s1600/DSCN2270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606282560957989202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fwqu0FyyQY/Tc2ESSxeQVI/AAAAAAAAAzs/3GPwpL0s5-Y/s320/DSCN2270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before hitting Tombstone, we stopped in Tuscon to fish for awhile. It was a fun time feeding ducks, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;catching&lt;/span&gt; fish.....not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gv1IqH1AyGo/Tc2ESCZAmII/AAAAAAAAAzk/oxcg6RVZmTU/s1600/DSCN2257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606282556560414850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gv1IqH1AyGo/Tc2ESCZAmII/AAAAAAAAAzk/oxcg6RVZmTU/s320/DSCN2257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kayley trying to put Laurens shoe on while fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZYhO2QZG10/Tc2AxaQ_tjI/AAAAAAAAAzU/-a5_USIUa7k/s1600/DSCN2269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606278697498687026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZYhO2QZG10/Tc2AxaQ_tjI/AAAAAAAAAzU/-a5_USIUa7k/s320/DSCN2269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lauren, Abby, and Thomas after watching the Gun fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9X5SnRCa3_w/Tc2Awx4v4wI/AAAAAAAAAzM/40aJMIX2lYs/s1600/DSCN2267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606278686659568386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9X5SnRCa3_w/Tc2Awx4v4wI/AAAAAAAAAzM/40aJMIX2lYs/s320/DSCN2267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thomas was a little scared to stand by these dudes. Just look at that brave face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9AEEIreCFIM/Tc2Aw5GAJjI/AAAAAAAAAzE/NOVXHtYzJas/s1600/DSCN2266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606278688594208306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9AEEIreCFIM/Tc2Aw5GAJjI/AAAAAAAAAzE/NOVXHtYzJas/s320/DSCN2266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doc did have some competition, because this guy was to DIE for...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahhahhaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; humor me, alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uoWAgJVYvZc/Tc2Awb8xYRI/AAAAAAAAAy8/Rc1zz80XO4k/s1600/DSCN2271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606278680770863378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uoWAgJVYvZc/Tc2Awb8xYRI/AAAAAAAAAy8/Rc1zz80XO4k/s320/DSCN2271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AJ&lt;/span&gt; and Thomas. Love these boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tombstone was so much fun. Later Mark and I went out dancing, and I sang &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Karaoke&lt;/span&gt;. That was a blast. Thank you Mom and Dad for such a fun time. I will cherish those memories, and replay constantly in my mind the standing ovation I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; after singing. (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so that didn't happen, but a girl can dream right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-4625906934394115576?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/4625906934394115576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=4625906934394115576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/4625906934394115576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/4625906934394115576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-little-outdatedtombstone.html' title='its a little outdated...TOMBSTONE!'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fwqu0FyyQY/Tc2ESSxeQVI/AAAAAAAAAzs/3GPwpL0s5-Y/s72-c/DSCN2270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-4422200865354971325</id><published>2011-05-13T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T11:40:26.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-136be346f574d5f3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D136be346f574d5f3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032044%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D42CD8F2BED9DA514E1CC11DFAE902D930E5A246A.2D4B3B7C543E5C3D4AEBBD1AC352B7E7D551C027%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D136be346f574d5f3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbfYk_BraQRe2GZjL4Yb_zQze9LU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D136be346f574d5f3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032044%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D42CD8F2BED9DA514E1CC11DFAE902D930E5A246A.2D4B3B7C543E5C3D4AEBBD1AC352B7E7D551C027%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D136be346f574d5f3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbfYk_BraQRe2GZjL4Yb_zQze9LU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kayley is quite the cowgirl! I think she loves horses because of how much Lauren will play with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-4422200865354971325?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/4422200865354971325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=4422200865354971325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/4422200865354971325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/4422200865354971325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2011/05/kayley-is-quite-cowgirl-i-think-she.html' title=''/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-8816387184757939457</id><published>2011-05-04T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T09:13:08.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I never want to see you again</title><content type='html'>I know when you read that title it sounds so mean and ugly...but I mean every word of it! I am proud to report that I have lost 20 lbs with weight watchers since January!! YES that deserves 2 exclamations marks. And I am going to kiss the number on my scale that now reads "one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hundred&lt;/span&gt; and eighty pounds" goodbye!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HHHmmmm&lt;/span&gt; I wrote the number out because I thought it'd make it look less &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;daunty&lt;/span&gt;. That didn't work. It stinks to think I still weigh that much. Oh well, I am working on it...while &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;workin&lt;/span&gt; it! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I will not discredit my accomplishments thus far. Here's a brief recap- In October 2010 I weighed in at 208 lbs. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; listen, I know weight is such a personal thing. Everybodys body is different. Some may look at that and think, "I'd love to weigh 208. And others may look at that and say "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geeeze fatty&lt;/span&gt;" I look at it and say, "I am beautiful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;damnit&lt;/span&gt;. And I want to be healthy too." (This is what I tell myself whenever I step on the scale. Mostly because NO matter what that number is, I will not let it ruin my day) Plus sometimes crying is fun...sometimes not so much. I don't like to cry over my body. Whats the point, especially considering I have two daughters who are growing up in a world so consumed with body image, I refuse to let that matter in my home. Hopefully they will understand like I do, that we are daughters of God, so no matter what, we are beautiful. (Even if we do occassionally cuss)&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling pretty good though. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can. When I reach my goal weight I will post pictures....until then wait in pure anticipation!!! (oooh look at that 3 exclamation marks.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-8816387184757939457?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/8816387184757939457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=8816387184757939457&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/8816387184757939457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/8816387184757939457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-never-want-to-see-you-again.html' title='I never want to see you again'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-5139186124248031011</id><published>2011-04-30T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T00:24:50.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hN53XdxrRZU/Tb0Guue3-rI/AAAAAAAAAy0/AM8dEXcv82I/s1600/DSCN2275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601640911340042930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hN53XdxrRZU/Tb0Guue3-rI/AAAAAAAAAy0/AM8dEXcv82I/s320/DSCN2275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy -belated- Easter! (2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a Happy Birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_7ifIRx2lAQ/Tb0Ff7o41jI/AAAAAAAAAyc/8vlJzFuoAHQ/s1600/376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601639557662037554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_7ifIRx2lAQ/Tb0Ff7o41jI/AAAAAAAAAyc/8vlJzFuoAHQ/s320/376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One year ago today, I was lying in the hospital bed just staring at the wonderful little life I held in my arms. My daughter....my daughter.....my daughter, is all that kept running through my mind. I re-read my journal entry from that night today. Here is what I said, " Kayley Joy Moore. She is 6 lbs 15 oz. and 20 in. long. My heart is so full as I look at her and watch her breathe. To be honest, Mark and I secretly hoped for a boy. (but you can't tell anyone THAT right? Just a healthy baby...) However, as I stare at her, my heart is so complete. Our daughter. She's perfect. My heart is so full."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are perfect my Kayley bug. I love that you have a big sister who adores you and laughs at the way you crinkle your nose when you smile. I love that you are the little sister to a big brother who tries to carry you all around the house and you more often than not, just let him. And when he lays on the floor, you think its because he wants you to climb all over him! I like that you try to ride our dog, Gus. You look so tiny on top of him, and proud of yourself that you got on him. I am still impressed you thought to do that on your own. Only one years old and you are already climbing things. I love that when you start to cry, which can happen pretty quickly, you also start to laugh in the same breath. It doesn't take much to change your mind into something happy~ I love that as soon as your daddy walks in, you forget I exist. He is completely convinced you say "Dad!" when you see him. You make us all so happy and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; live &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;up to&lt;/span&gt; your middle name."Joy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had also wrote in my journal what Thomas said after we got home from the hospital. Lauren had asked, "Mom, why does your belly still look like there is a baby in it?" (I'm thinking, Give me a break kid, I had a baby two days ago) Thomas answers, "Because now mom is going to go have a boy." :) Trust me Kayley, now nobody would have things any other way, You are so loved.&lt;br /&gt;We love you Baby Girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-5139186124248031011?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/5139186124248031011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=5139186124248031011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/5139186124248031011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/5139186124248031011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-year-ago-today-i-was-lying-in.html' title=''/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hN53XdxrRZU/Tb0Guue3-rI/AAAAAAAAAy0/AM8dEXcv82I/s72-c/DSCN2275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-8000424183573808297</id><published>2011-02-18T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T10:03:33.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>three little speckled frogs sat on a rolling log</title><content type='html'>My Best helper yet! Lauren loves to give Kayley bug her baths. Kayley likes her too, just a little bit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMyWrGoxbUU/TV6uEIWQdOI/AAAAAAAAAyU/FQsiozG6Ng0/s1600/DSCN2217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575084774714799330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMyWrGoxbUU/TV6uEIWQdOI/AAAAAAAAAyU/FQsiozG6Ng0/s320/DSCN2217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They say you know "you are a redneck if you lie through you tooth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q6bVO-8NUPg/TV6uD75A0QI/AAAAAAAAAyM/YR55OAvbpRE/s1600/DSCN2223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575084771370914050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q6bVO-8NUPg/TV6uD75A0QI/AAAAAAAAAyM/YR55OAvbpRE/s320/DSCN2223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watch out boys, if you mess with my sisters I will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;karate&lt;/span&gt; chop ya! And you won't even know it was me because of my awesome mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJDKQlBaP3U/TV6uDlHagCI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ndpsTa7sJu8/s1600/DSCN2225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575084765257302050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJDKQlBaP3U/TV6uDlHagCI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ndpsTa7sJu8/s320/DSCN2225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( Thank you Mom for sending them Valentines $, this is what Thomas picked out)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids are challenging, and exhausting. And just when I feel at my wits end, one of them will come and kiss me on my cheek and say "Thank you for Dinner."  I am truly blessed that they are forgiving in my short comings as a mother, and unconditionally give me their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-8000424183573808297?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/8000424183573808297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=8000424183573808297&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/8000424183573808297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/8000424183573808297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2011/02/three-little-speckled-frogs-sat-on.html' title='three little speckled frogs sat on a rolling log'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMyWrGoxbUU/TV6uEIWQdOI/AAAAAAAAAyU/FQsiozG6Ng0/s72-c/DSCN2217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-2414040927843309390</id><published>2011-01-12T09:25:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T09:56:05.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes sleep is just more important</title><content type='html'>My other little princess. She has recently learned to wave "hi" and whenever you show her Gus, our dog, or play with a stuff animal puppy with her, she will make a barking sound! It is the cutest thing.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TS3qNayafAI/AAAAAAAAAxw/tucuQcLCvqc/s1600/DSCN2152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561358631122402306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TS3qNayafAI/AAAAAAAAAxw/tucuQcLCvqc/s320/DSCN2152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;huh, that turned out side ways. Oh well. Here is the luckiest little girl in the world, because her daddy played dolls with her. Please make note that Mark was the fireman, as to not lose any man points.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TS3kr9TAwJI/AAAAAAAAAxo/x6BN6bqsNqA/s1600/DSCN2156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561352558712242322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TS3kr9TAwJI/AAAAAAAAAxo/x6BN6bqsNqA/s320/DSCN2156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TS3krf10CrI/AAAAAAAAAxg/Z9uUm2kVgxE/s1600/DSCN2154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561352550805146290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TS3krf10CrI/AAAAAAAAAxg/Z9uUm2kVgxE/s320/DSCN2154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wanted to share this picture for two reasons...1-we were baking cookies and look mom, they love the aprons you had made for them. And 2- Thomas lost a tooth, so for now any time a camera comes out, this is the face he makes. He was so excited the tooth fairy came he woke me up early just to show me his dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TS3kqwnnppI/AAAAAAAAAxY/uiNlSHdOndw/s1600/DSCN2161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561352538129147538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TS3kqwnnppI/AAAAAAAAAxY/uiNlSHdOndw/s320/DSCN2161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have done some rearranging around here. Thomas is officially the only one in his room, can you tell he loves it. For awhile he had shared a room with Lauren, so that Mark could have his own man room. ( just F.Y.I that was my idea, not Marks. He said that people would tell him how spoiled he was to have his own room to sleep in. But really it was me who was spoiled, because lets face it ladies, if the man don't sleep, it's like having a fourth child to take care of!) I can say that because Mark is right here, and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TS3kp0TWoaI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/EV0BBDoiXFk/s1600/DSCN2158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561352521938018722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TS3kp0TWoaI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/EV0BBDoiXFk/s320/DSCN2158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But now that man room is a full on princess cave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TS3kpmUmxOI/AAAAAAAAAxI/vuPtxMGz-6w/s1600/DSCN2160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561352518185174242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TS3kpmUmxOI/AAAAAAAAAxI/vuPtxMGz-6w/s320/DSCN2160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let me assure you that Mark and I are very happily married. And think what you want, but sometimes sleep is just more important! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; right he has top bunk, and we love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-2414040927843309390?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/2414040927843309390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=2414040927843309390&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/2414040927843309390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/2414040927843309390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimes-sleep-is-just-more-important.html' title='Sometimes sleep is just more important'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TS3qNayafAI/AAAAAAAAAxw/tucuQcLCvqc/s72-c/DSCN2152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-924627125910080956</id><published>2010-12-30T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T14:06:14.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You have your house....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TR0BsTBDZQI/AAAAAAAAAxA/BuU4vnzjGPY/s1600/DSCN2136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556599375775622402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TR0BsTBDZQI/AAAAAAAAAxA/BuU4vnzjGPY/s320/DSCN2136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and I have mine!  Lauren with hers...took me 5 hours to assemble. This doll house will go through two daughters and however many grandgirls I get!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TR0BsLhHucI/AAAAAAAAAw4/ZVcc7X7IClE/s1600/DSCN2137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556599373762640322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TR0BsLhHucI/AAAAAAAAAw4/ZVcc7X7IClE/s320/DSCN2137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thomas with his firehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-924627125910080956?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/924627125910080956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=924627125910080956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/924627125910080956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/924627125910080956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-have-your-house.html' title=''/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TR0BsTBDZQI/AAAAAAAAAxA/BuU4vnzjGPY/s72-c/DSCN2136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-5361235640807044497</id><published>2010-12-30T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T14:00:53.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas, happy birthday, oh and happy anniversary</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to my little Princess. Lauren bug is 7!~ I can't believe that. I think I am so lucky to have Lauren as my daughter because when I get grumpy she says "You need to change your attitude momma." And she's right! She is helpful with her kid sister and isn't afraid to speak her mind. At 7, its sorta frustrating, but as an adult I will be grateful she is head strong! :) Love you little one.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TRz6I_a5qVI/AAAAAAAAAww/R5ThdzPch2U/s1600/398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556591072638511442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TRz6I_a5qVI/AAAAAAAAAww/R5ThdzPch2U/s320/398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here comes the holidays! There goes the holidays! Sometimes the stress of it all is overrated but time spent with the family is ALWAYS worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TRz6Iq0fJDI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Xvf1i3yTt0c/s1600/DSCN2066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556591067108680754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TRz6Iq0fJDI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Xvf1i3yTt0c/s320/DSCN2066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PEACE!~ Good will towards milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TRz4W6raxJI/AAAAAAAAAwg/OvjLa1-RwWY/s1600/DSCN2143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556589112860525714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TRz4W6raxJI/AAAAAAAAAwg/OvjLa1-RwWY/s320/DSCN2143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby girl - 8 months in her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; dress soooo kissable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TRz4WgTu6xI/AAAAAAAAAwY/qFf8YQa5HKk/s1600/DSCN2115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556589105781861138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TRz4WgTu6xI/AAAAAAAAAwY/qFf8YQa5HKk/s320/DSCN2115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious nephew, Jacob- I have a feeling this little guy is going to have that smile on his face almost always!&lt;br /&gt;So thankful for my family coming to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;visit&lt;/span&gt;. It is a long trip, but makes me so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TRz4WGKkA0I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/vYVCKTtsGwA/s1600/MOORE-344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556589098764075842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TRz4WGKkA0I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/vYVCKTtsGwA/s320/MOORE-344.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary- 8 years! When things are good, they are great. And when times are trying and it seems it would be easier to "throw in the towel," I am reminded that marriages aren't perfect, but Mark and I are perfect for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. I just love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TRz4V7gfvnI/AAAAAAAAAwI/7pMQG5Y_xVY/s1600/DSCN2062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556589095903280754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TRz4V7gfvnI/AAAAAAAAAwI/7pMQG5Y_xVY/s320/DSCN2062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bubba&lt;/span&gt; playing Santa! I don't think little boys come much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cuter&lt;/span&gt; than this one! He filled his pillow case with toys and on his own accord, set foot around the block shouting "HO HO HO."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010- has been uneventful, besides two &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;baby's&lt;/span&gt; birth- a wedding- a funeral- a reunion- not really much happened! HA-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Here's&lt;/span&gt; hoping 2011 is peaceful, happy and healthy!&lt;br /&gt;God bless us everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-5361235640807044497?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/5361235640807044497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=5361235640807044497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/5361235640807044497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/5361235640807044497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-happy-birthday-oh-and.html' title='merry christmas, happy birthday, oh and happy anniversary'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TRz6I_a5qVI/AAAAAAAAAww/R5ThdzPch2U/s72-c/398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-4049201856085762718</id><published>2010-10-06T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T22:17:38.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m beatufil damnit Bette Midler'/><title type='text'>I have always been timid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; So I have always tried to lose weight and as if its some big kept secret thought "I am not going to tell anyone, so then when they see me again they'll be AMAZED at my transformation." WELL THAT DOES CRAP for my diet! I give up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bc&lt;/span&gt; I think "ah, no one knew anyway. There is no accountability Wheres the cookie dough?" Except to myself accounatble, but SELF we are pretty good at justifying quite a bit. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehhee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO World in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bloggerville&lt;/span&gt;, or for my mom whose the only regular reader I have, I am going to try again. I am even going to tell you my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weight&lt;/span&gt;..in my toes. Approx. 4 onces there. But can't lose those so we will start with the hips, then the boobies (that'll come when I am done nursing. RIght now I am a cow-Moo! a happy cow,love getting to nurse ) Then my arms and evetually work ourselves to my tummy. Hips are easy. Once upon a time I use to be able to see my hip bone. I know it exits somewhere down there.&lt;br /&gt;I feel I have to say here that my endeavor to lose weight is not one of vanity. I feel good about myself and who I am. I know I am beautiful. I say that with the confidence that I know my Father in Heaven loves me. I know my handsome husband loves me no matter what I weigh. I am confident in the body I have, but not concieded. I just know my worth, and damn it baby I am priceless!&lt;br /&gt;I have always been timid- yeah right! bring it on treadmill, because I am coming and H-E-double hockey sticks- is coming with me! Few months from now I will return and report, for now stats are these....&lt;br /&gt;(october 6th, 2010-approx. 204) I KNOW- I hide it so well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-4049201856085762718?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/4049201856085762718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=4049201856085762718&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/4049201856085762718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/4049201856085762718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-have-always-been-timid.html' title='I have always been timid'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-7054805211678104928</id><published>2010-10-02T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T08:36:57.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE</title><content type='html'>Its almost midnight, I should be in bed, or at least pretending to go to bed. Today was Conference. I love getting to hear our prophet speak, I love the feeling of being edified. I love the desire I have to WANT to listen to church music. I love knowing that I am with my family for eternity. I love that their are all kinds of good hearted people in the world, no matter what faith they may be. I love that I am a mom. I love that I am happy to live in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ajo&lt;/span&gt;. I love that my mom and dad love when I come visit home. It will always be home. I love that I know my worth as a daughter of God. I love my Savior. I love my family. I love my husband and his family. See these are the feelings I have in my heart because of conference. LOVE. Isn't that a much nicer feeling than that of inadequency. Old scratch works hard to bring us down and make us think we aren't good enough, but guess what people... I love that I am smart enough, I am good enough and gosh darnit people like me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-7054805211678104928?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/7054805211678104928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=7054805211678104928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/7054805211678104928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/7054805211678104928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-almost-midnight-i-should-be-in-bed.html' title='ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-1727517148446558559</id><published>2010-09-18T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T14:00:14.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slobber kisses all around</title><content type='html'>Wanna kiss!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TJUgwUH5UZI/AAAAAAAAAv8/lIuc231rK78/s1600/DSCN2014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518352932820046226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TJUgwUH5UZI/AAAAAAAAAv8/lIuc231rK78/s320/DSCN2014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I look at her and wonder if she is really mine? Mine to keep for forever. I am so thankful to get to be a mommy. I count the best three blessings of my life every day in my prayers. I am so thankful to have this time home with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TJUfM-mRNsI/AAAAAAAAAv0/bb0wnoBAeys/s1600/IMG_7578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518351226234812098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TJUfM-mRNsI/AAAAAAAAAv0/bb0wnoBAeys/s320/IMG_7578.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I feel like she really likes me too. :)~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~She loves her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bumbo&lt;/span&gt; seat- thank you to my good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;friend Carol&lt;/span&gt; for letting me borrow it-you rock!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TJUfMCdLQsI/AAAAAAAAAvs/nItxKbuJb2w/s1600/DSCN2017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518351210090545858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TJUfMCdLQsI/AAAAAAAAAvs/nItxKbuJb2w/s320/DSCN2017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My three monkeys. Lauren is so good with her and helping me. Sometimes Lauren likes to wear glitter chapstick....sometimes I find Kayley covered with glitter kisses! Thomas with his signature sign-Thumbs up dude!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TJUd0Bc7pbI/AAAAAAAAAvk/YnGnvVXjonc/s1600/the+Moore+crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518349697992598962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TJUd0Bc7pbI/AAAAAAAAAvk/YnGnvVXjonc/s320/the+Moore+crew.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taken at Grandmas and Papas house in July 2010. Lauren 6, Thomas 5, and Kayley 3 mo&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TJUdSAQd5aI/AAAAAAAAAvc/IUshxVkUy3w/s1600/DSCN1959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518349113556329890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TJUdSAQd5aI/AAAAAAAAAvc/IUshxVkUy3w/s320/DSCN1959.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.....this is Kayley bug at three weeks old or so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TJUdRn6_kGI/AAAAAAAAAvU/P2ypmEZeyfA/s1600/DSCN2013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518349107023810658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TJUdRn6_kGI/AAAAAAAAAvU/P2ypmEZeyfA/s320/DSCN2013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is at 4 1/2 months old. This is her getting ready to squeal in delight face. Right before her eyes open she makes a squawk noise. And I believe for now her signature move is sticking her tongue out ALL THE TIME! Love my babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-1727517148446558559?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/1727517148446558559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=1727517148446558559&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/1727517148446558559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/1727517148446558559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/09/slobber-kisses-all-around.html' title='slobber kisses all around'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TJUgwUH5UZI/AAAAAAAAAv8/lIuc231rK78/s72-c/DSCN2014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-7281736807237042358</id><published>2010-09-03T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:36:01.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindy Gledhill - Anchor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/4AWRHBHDVlQ/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4AWRHBHDVlQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4AWRHBHDVlQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;I like this singer. Not usually into Indie music, more of a reba type gal.But this is so cute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-7281736807237042358?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/7281736807237042358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=7281736807237042358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/7281736807237042358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/7281736807237042358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/09/mindy-gledhill-anchor.html' title='Mindy Gledhill - Anchor'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-6307167867547802943</id><published>2010-09-03T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T22:49:45.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Immense LOVE~</title><content type='html'>Tonight I came home and ranted and reved bc I had little black beetle bugs all over, annoyed. Kayley was crying, thomas was crying, even the DOG was crying. But my sweet husband just let me have my dark cloud and waited for it to pass. HE is always so good to me, even when I am a a not so fun wife to be around! He bathed the dog and took care of kiddos for me. Love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-6307167867547802943?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/6307167867547802943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=6307167867547802943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6307167867547802943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6307167867547802943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/09/immense-love.html' title='Immense LOVE~'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-6716772774904533399</id><published>2010-07-21T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T13:50:36.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gggrrrr blogger- Cameras broke and I can't seem to update my background......someday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-6716772774904533399?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/6716772774904533399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=6716772774904533399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6716772774904533399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6716772774904533399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/07/gggrrrr-blogger-cameras-broke-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-7075957140190179100</id><published>2010-07-06T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T12:33:19.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not just a middle name'/><title type='text'>busting with JOY~</title><content type='html'>I wish my camera &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; broke, wish I could capture in physical evidence the joys of my heart. Last night we sat around a fire in my parents back yard while Lauren curled up in a blanket on my dads lap and Thomas curled up in one on my moms lap. I came inside to feed Kayley and then heard spontaneous clapping. I walked to the window to look out onto the dark flickering shadows, to see my parents clapping and cheering on Lauren and Thomas while they "flew" around the yard pretending to be butterflies, only to run into the arms of my mom and dad and their "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cocoon's&lt;/span&gt;." All laughing and having fun. COMPLETELY FILLS MY HEART WITH JOY. These are the moments why I make the ten hour trip to come home so often. I feel so blessed to have such fun loving parents who are still such joyful little kids at heart~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-7075957140190179100?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/7075957140190179100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=7075957140190179100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/7075957140190179100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/7075957140190179100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/07/busting-with-joy.html' title='busting with JOY~'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-6392305919011600640</id><published>2010-06-09T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T14:14:10.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just some pics for grandma and Papa</title><content type='html'>Thomas was so happy about his loft bed, he drew a picture of himself on it waving hi&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TA_8oTwaKDI/AAAAAAAAAvE/B7yyqeasUHg/s1600/DSCN1978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480877040961464370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TA_8oTwaKDI/AAAAAAAAAvE/B7yyqeasUHg/s320/DSCN1978.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lauren my little "daisy" girl scout got her badges at a banquet. Here she is with her friends. Thank you to all who bought cookies from her...esp. grandma and grandpa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Swenk&lt;/span&gt; who bought 25 boxes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TA_8n_DV4cI/AAAAAAAAAu8/lbVKddqMb-w/s1600/DSCN1971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480877035403731394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TA_8n_DV4cI/AAAAAAAAAu8/lbVKddqMb-w/s320/DSCN1971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then my Kayley Joy love bug. These are some of the pics my friend took of her for me. LOVE THAT SMILE~ makes the sleepless nights worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TA_8ndi6WII/AAAAAAAAAu0/-Y1giybJMhY/s1600/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480877026409339010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TA_8ndi6WII/AAAAAAAAAu0/-Y1giybJMhY/s320/smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She looks just like Lauren did on her blessing day....same dress and head band too :) Dad~ I thought of Grandma alot on that day. When I had Lauren she told me she wanted to buy her blessing gown. Now both of my daughters got to wear it....a pretty dress from Great Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TA_8nDUf4NI/AAAAAAAAAus/WqasvFsWZDg/s1600/IMG_7477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480877019369562322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TA_8nDUf4NI/AAAAAAAAAus/WqasvFsWZDg/s320/IMG_7477.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is my favorite. You would think we posed her little hands like that, but nope, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; just how she laid them......she's a delicate little flower. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TA_8mhuVc3I/AAAAAAAAAuk/i2dE44Fl7Sw/s1600/IMG_7633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480877010351125362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TA_8mhuVc3I/AAAAAAAAAuk/i2dE44Fl7Sw/s320/IMG_7633.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So excited to get to come see you soon Grandma and Grandpa~ get your kiddie pool ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-6392305919011600640?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/6392305919011600640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=6392305919011600640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6392305919011600640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6392305919011600640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-for-grandma.html' title='just some pics for grandma and Papa'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TA_8oTwaKDI/AAAAAAAAAvE/B7yyqeasUHg/s72-c/DSCN1978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-2107737155770820979</id><published>2010-06-07T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T12:45:03.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TA1Lj_1Lq8I/AAAAAAAAAuU/-5urcXtxQ-E/s1600/DSCN2004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480119403381763010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TA1Lj_1Lq8I/AAAAAAAAAuU/-5urcXtxQ-E/s320/DSCN2004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love being this mans wife! Baby Kayley Joy was blessed on Sunday. I felt such gratitude in my heart for getting to be married to my sweet husband who honors his preisthood. My kiddos are so lucky, as am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-2107737155770820979?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/2107737155770820979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=2107737155770820979&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/2107737155770820979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/2107737155770820979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-being-this-mans-wife.html' title=''/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TA1Lj_1Lq8I/AAAAAAAAAuU/-5urcXtxQ-E/s72-c/DSCN2004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-8736781970550178016</id><published>2010-06-05T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T11:22:11.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland and the beach!</title><content type='html'>My lucky kiddos recently got to go on vacation with their cousins, aunt and uncle and Nana and Papa to Disneyland and the beach! They had a blast&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAqTXZlKimI/AAAAAAAAAuM/a6O87_b7OYA/s1600/469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479353926862670434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAqTXZlKimI/AAAAAAAAAuM/a6O87_b7OYA/s320/469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAqTWyr67iI/AAAAAAAAAuE/nDrU1FaRA1Y/s1600/466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479353916422024738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAqTWyr67iI/AAAAAAAAAuE/nDrU1FaRA1Y/s320/466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lady bug, lady bug fly away home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAqTWWD0u1I/AAAAAAAAAt8/GPyuT1ssjuM/s1600/513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479353908737653586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAqTWWD0u1I/AAAAAAAAAt8/GPyuT1ssjuM/s320/513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens after a long fun day in the sun! He's so cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAqSh8MEfgI/AAAAAAAAAt0/OOgWNhIunlY/s1600/386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479353008439721474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAqSh8MEfgI/AAAAAAAAAt0/OOgWNhIunlY/s320/386.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the cousins. Yep, Lauren is the only princess there. We needed another girl for this brood :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Quade&lt;/span&gt; (surprised he doesn't have a leash back pack on) Ben, Lauren, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jarett&lt;/span&gt;, and Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAqShSJA12I/AAAAAAAAAts/ETEpgTEIxjQ/s1600/515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479352997152610146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAqShSJA12I/AAAAAAAAAts/ETEpgTEIxjQ/s320/515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAqSgwQBivI/AAAAAAAAAtk/2mFKmJDi8N0/s1600/453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479352988055210738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAqSgwQBivI/AAAAAAAAAtk/2mFKmJDi8N0/s320/453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chauffeured by her cousin Jarett!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAqSgYlI_ZI/AAAAAAAAAtc/EzVkUBkWlog/s1600/420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479352981701328274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAqSgYlI_ZI/AAAAAAAAAtc/EzVkUBkWlog/s320/420.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bubba pulling the sword out of the Stone.....&lt;br /&gt;Laurens favorite part....meeting her favorite princess dressed up just like her! I still can't figure out who had more fun here....Nana or Lauren?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAqSf1w1R8I/AAAAAAAAAtU/iX0NDeDhypE/s1600/428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479352972355127234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAqSf1w1R8I/AAAAAAAAAtU/iX0NDeDhypE/s320/428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Kelly and Dennis for taking them along. They loved it, and I loved the staycation I got...But I was ready for them to come bcak home after just one day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-8736781970550178016?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/8736781970550178016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=8736781970550178016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/8736781970550178016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/8736781970550178016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/06/disneyland-and-beach.html' title='Disneyland and the beach!'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAqTXZlKimI/AAAAAAAAAuM/a6O87_b7OYA/s72-c/469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-6321852547074743805</id><published>2010-06-01T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T09:22:08.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats on my mind?</title><content type='html'>Today I am thinking about what an awesome husband I have! I said one day "Love, I'd like to get the kiddos loft beds sometime." And he said "I will make some." And I thought OK...that means sometime in a year,I'll organize their rooms. BUT GUESS WHAT!? He got them done in 2 days!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAUw7-jmfMI/AAAAAAAAAtM/wIZ1Ht3t7-w/s1600/DSCN1950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477838328728812738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAUw7-jmfMI/AAAAAAAAAtM/wIZ1Ht3t7-w/s320/DSCN1950.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAUw7Rit_dI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Rkv6bnH_JRI/s1600/DSCN1949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477838316645514706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAUw7Rit_dI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Rkv6bnH_JRI/s320/DSCN1949.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sweet ~Good job, and I am sorry I lacked the faith :) So now I am thinking today how lucky we are to have Dads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAUw6_2D4iI/AAAAAAAAAs8/tZo3gwoFktM/s1600/DSCN1947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477838311894802978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAUw6_2D4iI/AAAAAAAAAs8/tZo3gwoFktM/s320/DSCN1947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They take us fishing! Have you ever seen a happier boy!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAUw6FFE9FI/AAAAAAAAAs0/MoI-CYSw26U/s1600/DSCN1965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477838296120095826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAUw6FFE9FI/AAAAAAAAAs0/MoI-CYSw26U/s320/DSCN1965.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They cuddle us...and we really look up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAUw5vSOsaI/AAAAAAAAAss/fmvK_mlaH_U/s1600/DSC02913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477838290269680034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAUw5vSOsaI/AAAAAAAAAss/fmvK_mlaH_U/s320/DSC02913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And in thinking about Dads, I had to add this pic. of my dad. I just love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-6321852547074743805?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/6321852547074743805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=6321852547074743805&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6321852547074743805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6321852547074743805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-on-my-mind.html' title='Whats on my mind?'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/TAUw7-jmfMI/AAAAAAAAAtM/wIZ1Ht3t7-w/s72-c/DSCN1950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-6706045270749319845</id><published>2010-05-26T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T10:55:08.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>future Eagle Scout</title><content type='html'>Thomas graduated TOTS and will be starting kindergarten this year. My baby is all grown up.&lt;br /&gt;Here he is holding the flag to help say the Pledge of allegiance with his classmates. Good job &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bubba&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S_1dPmzMTzI/AAAAAAAAAsk/0dbJhcnTsPs/s1600/IMG_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475635244647075634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S_1dPmzMTzI/AAAAAAAAAsk/0dbJhcnTsPs/s320/IMG_0696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thomas~ He likes to sneak &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oreos&lt;/span&gt; and milk into his room. Play in the mud with his boats and then smear that mud all over my patio table because he's "cooking" something. He loves anything to do with the movie Cars and has lately been watching "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Astro&lt;/span&gt; boy" once a day. Loves to play superheros or hide and go seek or pirates with his cousins. Likes to wash his hands right when he gets back home from being somewhere...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; my personal favorite. He colors very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;maticiously&lt;/span&gt;, Miss Bonnie said he was always the last one to finish but his pictures always looked so nice. He has a heart of gold and just wants everyone he's around to be happy. He gets that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;characteristic&lt;/span&gt; from my dad I think. He also gets his love of fishing from Dad too. WE LOVE YOU Thomas~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-6706045270749319845?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/6706045270749319845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=6706045270749319845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6706045270749319845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6706045270749319845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/05/future-eagle-scout.html' title='future Eagle Scout'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S_1dPmzMTzI/AAAAAAAAAsk/0dbJhcnTsPs/s72-c/IMG_0696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-5171493232598849016</id><published>2010-05-24T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T09:23:05.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell</title><content type='html'>This is what is all about..........HAPPY AND HEALTHY&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S_qf7k-PO5I/AAAAAAAAAsc/uSewmWSwaB4/s1600/DSC02957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474864142908078994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S_qf7k-PO5I/AAAAAAAAAsc/uSewmWSwaB4/s320/DSC02957.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am coming out of my shell a wee bit....Grandmas funeral was a welcome relief. I don't understand the whole "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;viewing&lt;/span&gt;" thing that people do. Seeing her in her coffin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; made it more real to me. I hadn't seen her before her death, so my memory of Grandma is sitting at my brothers wedding, laughing, and telling me I need to have 6 kids. Laughing, because we both know that ain't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;happenin&lt;/span&gt;'! ;) That is what I choose to remember in my mind.....not the coffin. (although that is very visible.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be excited to be past the newborn crazies! Not the depression kind. I am generally happy, so I don't feel the baby blues...except for when I cried in my closet, but they tell me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; normal. I mean I am excited for the germ freak mother to chill out inside my soul! I am not ashamed to say "My names Denise and I am a SNOT hater." I can get dirty camping and fishing or playing with dogs, but show me someone with snot on their face and I want to RUN the other direction or at least bust out the hand sanitizer. This "mind-illness" of mine seems 10 TIMES magnified with my new little baby. It feels like if someone coughs in the same room as her, my brain says "huh,are they sick?" Driving me wild, hence the quoting of Rob Thomas, "I'm not crazy, just a little unwell." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't always been this way. In &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; I was quite normal. You wouldn't know I was a germ freak with all the boys I wanted to kiss. Notice "wanted." doesn't mean "did." I think my fear of germs developed after having kids. It is a miserable time when kids get sick. Disagree with me about germs, sure, but this is a point ALL mothers can attest too. Having sick kids suck! And then when the husband gets sick...hello fourth child. J/K Mark, I love ya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If she's 3 months old and I haven't emerged, then call an "intervention." But for now, please don't judge me. :) and hand me the wipes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to read &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NEI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NEI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She makes me happy. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ooh&lt;/span&gt; and watch MONK. There is a kinship there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-5171493232598849016?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/5171493232598849016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=5171493232598849016&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/5171493232598849016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/5171493232598849016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-not-crazy-im-just-little-unwell.html' title='I&apos;m not crazy, I&apos;m just a little unwell'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S_qf7k-PO5I/AAAAAAAAAsc/uSewmWSwaB4/s72-c/DSC02957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-442885058298585334</id><published>2010-05-17T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T14:38:46.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>family</title><content type='html'>When the phone rings it seldom makes my heart skip a beat. A few times in the past waiting for the phone to ring my heart has trembled. First time was probably when a crush called and I was worried my dad would find out. And the other times, far less melodramatic, but nonetheless meaningfull, was when my oldest brother Jake called to say he was being deployed to Iraq. Another time was finding out my sweet sister-in-law Amber and brother Tom are going to be pregnant. I swear the weeks (months) that followed seemed everytime the phone rang it meant she lost the baby. I know~ worry wart much Denise~ (Glad to say she is in third trimester and doing Great! Yeah for babies! )&lt;br /&gt;But now I sit here and wait for my mom to call. It seems Grandma has approx. 2 hrs-to-two days left here upon the earth......&lt;br /&gt;Heart trembling because I know when my phone rings what that means. My sweet grandma is 82. Has recently been diagnosed with cancer that has spread pretty much all through her body. When my Grandpa died it was so quick and unexpected...a major blow to our families exitence. My grandma has not been the same "happy" grandma since then. Sure she laughs from time to time, but the genuine happiness is gone. This is a blessing. She will pass away in her sleep. Our family is getting to say their "goodbyes." There will be no pain for her. I am not there. The guilt that rides inside my heart aches me to tears, because I want to be able to kiss her cheek and tell her how much I love her and how I will miss her loud inheritable "Swenk" laugh. (you know we both have it Lindsey) I will miss the way she tells barney, her yappy dog, to shut up, then picks him up and says "this dog." I will miss the way she squeezes hard when she hugs. The way she'll grab your face in her hands and say " I love you." Just because we get to say goodbye doesn't make it easier. I like to picture the way she'll hug my grandpa when she gets to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;Heart trembling....wish I was there to hug my dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-442885058298585334?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/442885058298585334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=442885058298585334&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/442885058298585334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/442885058298585334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/05/family.html' title='family'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-5775916862577240746</id><published>2010-05-02T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T13:37:00.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they are worth it'/><title type='text'>PITTER PATTER LITTLE FEET- now my lifes complete</title><content type='html'>Sweet little girl, Kayley Joy. I loved when she came and the doctor held her up so that we could say "its a girl!" My heart felt so full .Would've too if it was a boy, but meeting her and just seeing how great Lauren and Thomas are with her, she is perfect!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S920RMl6mJI/AAAAAAAAAsE/tBbvCUaVSg4/s1600/DSCN1893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466723730228680850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S920RMl6mJI/AAAAAAAAAsE/tBbvCUaVSg4/s320/DSCN1893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kisses from sister and brother! Lauren asked me "Mom, how come your belly looks like it still has a baby in it?" Thomas replied, "Maybe cause now she's gonna have a boy." He'll soon enjoy being the only boy. Dad told him that there is only two seats in his boat, so only he and dad will be going fishing. That seemed to appease him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S920Qi05EeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/KphWRXgUrqk/s1600/DSCN1887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466723719017206242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S920Qi05EeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/KphWRXgUrqk/s320/DSCN1887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lovin&lt;/span&gt;' on her new sister. I hope she lets me hold her every now and then :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S920QIgG0TI/AAAAAAAAAr0/IryohQArni4/s1600/DSCN1888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466723711950704946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S920QIgG0TI/AAAAAAAAAr0/IryohQArni4/s320/DSCN1888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KAYLEY JOY MOORE- 4/30/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S920PXjlaBI/AAAAAAAAArs/NwyQuxOKOC4/s1600/DSCN1885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466723698811955218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S920PXjlaBI/AAAAAAAAArs/NwyQuxOKOC4/s320/DSCN1885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet little girl Kayley Joy. 6 lbs. 15 oz. 20 in. long.  Now the fun delivery story,well not fun. But I think needs to be written down somewhere. I was suppose to go in at 1 a.m. but they called and said they had no room, would call when they did. So at 4 a.m my phone rang and we headed down there! By 7/8a.m I was in my room and pit. (medicine) started..and until 12p.m I was seriously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;twittling&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thumbs&lt;/span&gt; just waiting for the hard labor to start. It seemed to be taking FOREVER. Nurse Angel (really, that was her name. not just because she was one) came and checked me I was at a 5, so then the real hard contractions started and I said "you know I think I'll take that epidural now." By the time they got in there and gave it to me, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt; at 10. They laid me back on the bed and it was time to push. And at 2:36 p.m I got to meet my daughter. And although I didn't get to feel the relief of calm contractions, my legs and ass (sorry for those who don't cuss, I just think that word is so fun to say and since I just gave birth I can say it! ...) were like jelly. Good times- I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; tear though and I feel so good. Babies really are worth it! Now I am off to the hermit cave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-5775916862577240746?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/5775916862577240746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=5775916862577240746&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/5775916862577240746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/5775916862577240746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/05/pitter-patter-little-feet-now-my-lifes.html' title='PITTER PATTER LITTLE FEET- now my lifes complete'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S920RMl6mJI/AAAAAAAAAsE/tBbvCUaVSg4/s72-c/DSCN1893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-8621429139077859696</id><published>2010-04-24T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T17:50:52.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prego pic 9 months'/><title type='text'>9 MONTHS AND COUNTING!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S9OQmupwelI/AAAAAAAAArk/YbcwZmODHnI/s1600/DSCN1864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463869767963146834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S9OQmupwelI/AAAAAAAAArk/YbcwZmODHnI/s320/DSCN1864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Soon- hopefully this time next week I'll have a baby monkey in my arms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;- obviously it won't be a monkey..but it'll be a cute little Mark or Denise! I get tingles when I think its a girl, and if it comes out a boy I will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pleasantly&lt;/span&gt; surprised...Either way, we are so excited. When your pregnant your body is not your own, I embrace not being able to see my ankle bones, or rib cage, or hip bone....or even my elbows for that matter! I just know that soon enough and its all worth it! (Although I must admit the heartburn I get is enough to make me scream,"why did I do this?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;O'well&lt;/span&gt;- YEAH FOR BABIES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-8621429139077859696?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/8621429139077859696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=8621429139077859696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/8621429139077859696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/8621429139077859696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/04/9-months-and-counting.html' title='9 MONTHS AND COUNTING!!'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S9OQmupwelI/AAAAAAAAArk/YbcwZmODHnI/s72-c/DSCN1864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-2760953005681587173</id><published>2010-04-23T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T11:33:01.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I have the best parents'/><title type='text'>There are new super heros in town</title><content type='html'>Meet THOMAS, the incredible flying....um  hitchhiker/magician.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S9Hl-FNWKDI/AAAAAAAAArc/g0D8OcjQqmk/s1600/DSCN1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463400677689927730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S9Hl-FNWKDI/AAAAAAAAArc/g0D8OcjQqmk/s320/DSCN1861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And his partner in action...LAUREN the "I let him do all the work, including building our fake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fire pit&lt;/span&gt;" princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S9Hl9sw-peI/AAAAAAAAArU/3BoD6fq15TQ/s1600/DSCN1860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463400671128495586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S9Hl9sw-peI/AAAAAAAAArU/3BoD6fq15TQ/s320/DSCN1860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you Mom and Dad (and Uncle Tom) for the box you sent- my kiddos loved it! I did too, because it made their imaginations roll! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-2760953005681587173?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/2760953005681587173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=2760953005681587173&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/2760953005681587173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/2760953005681587173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-are-new-super-heros-in-town.html' title='There are new super heros in town'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S9Hl-FNWKDI/AAAAAAAAArc/g0D8OcjQqmk/s72-c/DSCN1861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-791695348347328827</id><published>2010-03-29T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T15:41:09.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The dragon slayers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S7EsVOL7ffI/AAAAAAAAArM/cajpEE56Rn0/s1600/DSCN1850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454189366819388914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S7EsVOL7ffI/AAAAAAAAArM/cajpEE56Rn0/s320/DSCN1850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-791695348347328827?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/791695348347328827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=791695348347328827&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/791695348347328827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/791695348347328827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/03/dragon-slayers.html' title='The dragon slayers!'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S7EsVOL7ffI/AAAAAAAAArM/cajpEE56Rn0/s72-c/DSCN1850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-775355777732052912</id><published>2010-03-29T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:07:48.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>serious imaginations at work...Enter at own risk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-517817f7079da985" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D517817f7079da985%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032044%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDA9F38AB6417F815C0479FC617ACE74B92D8EBB.229667B76F09947A45E4D528C613AA0B9FE0A4E4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D517817f7079da985%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6Myiak9m0qOkq69vMr02sQBeN8Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D517817f7079da985%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032044%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDA9F38AB6417F815C0479FC617ACE74B92D8EBB.229667B76F09947A45E4D528C613AA0B9FE0A4E4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D517817f7079da985%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6Myiak9m0qOkq69vMr02sQBeN8Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Watch out&lt;/span&gt; any DRAGONS on the loose, this cowgirl/vampire-cowboy/ viking duo will take you down to china town. I think Mark has taught them right about hunting too because if you listen closely you can hear Thomas say "I shoot the dragons for meat." and then Lauren say "I shoot dragons for meat too." I told them to bring it home and momma will make jerky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-775355777732052912?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/775355777732052912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=775355777732052912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/775355777732052912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/775355777732052912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/03/serious-imaginations-at-workenter-at.html' title='serious imaginations at work...Enter at own risk'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-2988528073884118213</id><published>2010-03-21T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T16:07:28.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Moore please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baby shower&lt;/span&gt; for future little Moore! Kelly, my mother in law, and Dayna, my pretend sister here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ajo&lt;/span&gt; threw me a shower. It was a lot of fun! With yummy food, a few games, cute decorations and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;froggy&lt;/span&gt; cupcakes! Here some ladies are playing a game where you had to move an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Oreo&lt;/span&gt; from your forehead to your mouth without the use of your hands..because lets face it, moms rarely have their hands free, but sometimes you just gotta eat an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Oreo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S6aiZG1hlbI/AAAAAAAAAqE/O7VqEfwVo0I/s1600-h/DSCN1841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451222951194105266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S6aiZG1hlbI/AAAAAAAAAqE/O7VqEfwVo0I/s200/DSCN1841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the diaper cakes Dayna made for me. Turned out really cute and if I have a girl, not only do I get the diaper loot, I also get pretty ribbon for her hair! And if its a boy- Lauren gets the ribbon- win win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S6aiY5wYNqI/AAAAAAAAAp8/6q8qoi8WzGI/s1600-h/DSCN1834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451222947682858658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S6aiY5wYNqI/AAAAAAAAAp8/6q8qoi8WzGI/s200/DSCN1834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cute little frog cupcakes that my good friend Carol made...She is very creative! I love frog stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S6aiYoWbhBI/AAAAAAAAAp0/5BQqW79qohw/s1600-h/DSCN1836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451222943010620434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S6aiYoWbhBI/AAAAAAAAAp0/5BQqW79qohw/s200/DSCN1836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My crown Dayna put on me that I secretly loved wearing, but of course had to act annoyed to wear it! "Hear ye, Hear ye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S6aiX60lHvI/AAAAAAAAAps/GFE9G9ux7pU/s1600-h/DSCN1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451222930789048050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S6aiX60lHvI/AAAAAAAAAps/GFE9G9ux7pU/s200/DSCN1838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love this picture of my little Lauren feeling moms belly. Her face lights up whenever she feels the baby move! She is going to be a great big sister! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S6aiXhs87tI/AAAAAAAAApk/0hVEnPmkNIQ/s1600-h/DSCN1848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451222924046167762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S6aiXhs87tI/AAAAAAAAApk/0hVEnPmkNIQ/s200/DSCN1848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So appreciative to all those that came-wish I had gotten a picture-and especially to Dayna and Kelly, who were excited to do this for me. I felt like a special little (big) mommy.  And am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;definitly&lt;/span&gt; excited to get all settled in with our newest little one! 33 weeks along, (maybe) only five more to go...we'll see! Motherhood is a challenging but the rewards outweigh the trials &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; for sure~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-2988528073884118213?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/2988528073884118213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=2988528073884118213&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/2988528073884118213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/2988528073884118213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-moore-please.html' title='A little Moore please!'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S6aiZG1hlbI/AAAAAAAAAqE/O7VqEfwVo0I/s72-c/DSCN1841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-6247583438545210129</id><published>2010-02-13T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T07:40:47.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horsin' Around!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ajo&lt;/span&gt; hosted a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gymkhana&lt;/span&gt;." There were events with horses (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;barrel&lt;/span&gt; racing, pole bending, flag racing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;.) and then there were activities without horses (3-legged race, horse-stick race, egg/spoon drop race..) So we took the kiddos and had some fun in the sun! So in no particular order here are pics. from our fun "Kid-Rodeo" day!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3crHCp7y9I/AAAAAAAAApY/btqBPSP3MjY/s1600-h/DSCN1819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437862475044998098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3crHCp7y9I/AAAAAAAAApY/btqBPSP3MjY/s320/DSCN1819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Lauren on Charity getting words of know-how from Nana.) This is after being the sun for quite a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3crG4x7ZRI/AAAAAAAAApQ/G9gLvygJNgU/s1600-h/DSCN1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437862472394171666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3crG4x7ZRI/AAAAAAAAApQ/G9gLvygJNgU/s320/DSCN1797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thomas and Lauren in the 3 legged race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3crGavbngI/AAAAAAAAApI/TJWamFN4S2A/s1600-h/DSCN1814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437862464330636802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3crGavbngI/AAAAAAAAApI/TJWamFN4S2A/s320/DSCN1814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laurens &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; (they have matching necklaces and everything,) Kate won 2nd place in pole bending! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3crF5HkRDI/AAAAAAAAApA/AKr_QFklxzA/s1600-h/DSCN1809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437862455305061426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3crF5HkRDI/AAAAAAAAApA/AKr_QFklxzA/s320/DSCN1809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gitty&lt;/span&gt;-up horses (or brooms!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yaaah&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yaah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3crFvVuocI/AAAAAAAAAo4/PcL2sjWpNCI/s1600-h/DSCN1802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437862452680106434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3crFvVuocI/AAAAAAAAAo4/PcL2sjWpNCI/s320/DSCN1802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kiddos (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Quade&lt;/span&gt;, Ben, Lauren, Lily, Kate) showing off their ribbons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3cqVwaUXLI/AAAAAAAAAow/qss7WOmlIBw/s1600-h/DSCN1782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437861628334070962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3cqVwaUXLI/AAAAAAAAAow/qss7WOmlIBw/s320/DSCN1782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lauren's first time barrel racing! (Yeah, I know-Mark is doing all the work. But you gotta start them somewhere. If you ask me he deserves the "best daddy" ribbon for how much he led those kids around on Charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3cqVc-X5cI/AAAAAAAAAoo/1wqDq7jXMts/s1600-h/DSCN1799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437861623116588482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3cqVc-X5cI/AAAAAAAAAoo/1wqDq7jXMts/s320/DSCN1799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Quade&lt;/span&gt; doing the three-legged race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3cqU1KqiPI/AAAAAAAAAog/Na5Bj2b1JXg/s1600-h/DSCN1808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437861612430723314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3cqU1KqiPI/AAAAAAAAAog/Na5Bj2b1JXg/s320/DSCN1808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Ben and Thomas who both got ribbons for the "T-pole" race - Good Job boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3cqUAX_jWI/AAAAAAAAAoY/7doT_fWTm6M/s1600-h/DSCN1825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437861598259547490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3cqUAX_jWI/AAAAAAAAAoY/7doT_fWTm6M/s320/DSCN1825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lauren with her ribbons. She got first in the flag race. Third place in "key hole" run. And fifth place in "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;barrel&lt;/span&gt; racing." She is learning so much and can do quite a bit on her own, but I was thankful Dad was there right beside her :0) He says he should've ran faster around the barrels, then they would've got first....... I think Lauren just loved that the ribbon was pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3co4dXpiBI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ixI9CgWz3Vs/s1600-h/DSCN1740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437860025494767634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3co4dXpiBI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ixI9CgWz3Vs/s320/DSCN1740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About a week earlier- All the kids at the horses just chillin'. Waiting for Charity to be saddled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3co4Ea31gI/AAAAAAAAAoI/I6X6FBTDO-c/s1600-h/DSCN1752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437860018797401602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3co4Ea31gI/AAAAAAAAAoI/I6X6FBTDO-c/s320/DSCN1752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When it did come time to ride, the boys were actually more interested in climbing things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3co3izlMTI/AAAAAAAAAoA/OzZ6dlajlz0/s1600-h/DSCN1758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437860009774231858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3co3izlMTI/AAAAAAAAAoA/OzZ6dlajlz0/s320/DSCN1758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But Lauren doesn't mind, she would ride all day long if we'd let her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3co3MUzP_I/AAAAAAAAAn4/mjfnkaDSIY0/s1600-h/DSCN1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437860003739549682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3co3MUzP_I/AAAAAAAAAn4/mjfnkaDSIY0/s320/DSCN1771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauren with Jarett (my nephew.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3co2wq-71I/AAAAAAAAAnw/mwt_3t-MBzU/s1600-h/DSCN1796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437859996316397394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3co2wq-71I/AAAAAAAAAnw/mwt_3t-MBzU/s320/DSCN1796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved this pic. because its siblings helping eachother. It was a fun day. And considering its Ajo, there was a good little turn out. (Grant our kids made up half the group) But it was neat to see them all riding and having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-6247583438545210129?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/6247583438545210129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=6247583438545210129&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6247583438545210129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6247583438545210129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/02/horsin-around.html' title='Horsin&apos; Around!'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S3crHCp7y9I/AAAAAAAAApY/btqBPSP3MjY/s72-c/DSCN1819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-5113155680987041666</id><published>2010-02-04T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T17:52:13.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moore happenings</title><content type='html'>Marks new toy, I call it the other woman...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S2t3Q55OOrI/AAAAAAAAAno/PRlhuh_ywnI/s1600-h/DSCN1717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434568507655076530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S2t3Q55OOrI/AAAAAAAAAno/PRlhuh_ywnI/s320/DSCN1717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom, this is for you. I gave Lauren a dollar and said "go act like you still play with the purse Grandma sent you and I'll take a picture." J/k! She really does still play with it, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;here's&lt;/span&gt; the proof. (notice no dollar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S2t3QkjA5bI/AAAAAAAAAng/PybX1IgzdiM/s1600-h/DSCN1733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434568501924783538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S2t3QkjA5bI/AAAAAAAAAng/PybX1IgzdiM/s320/DSCN1733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; showing me his cool fireman boots. He told me here that " I want people to see this, (the emblem on the front of the boot) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why I tuck in my pants like this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S2t3Qb-oWBI/AAAAAAAAAnY/YSACYVhwzMU/s1600-h/DSCN1714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434568499624695826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S2t3Qb-oWBI/AAAAAAAAAnY/YSACYVhwzMU/s320/DSCN1714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So fun! When I am having moments where I say "why did I want to get pregnant again?" I just look at my little family and realize they are exactly why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-5113155680987041666?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/5113155680987041666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=5113155680987041666&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/5113155680987041666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/5113155680987041666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/02/moore-happenings.html' title='Moore happenings'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S2t3Q55OOrI/AAAAAAAAAno/PRlhuh_ywnI/s72-c/DSCN1717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-5790331341183270462</id><published>2010-01-29T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:57:46.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder how she'll handle having to share</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S2N1wPamunI/AAAAAAAAAnA/0dm6gx--DI8/s1600-h/DSCN1730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432315047171242610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S2N1wPamunI/AAAAAAAAAnA/0dm6gx--DI8/s320/DSCN1730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S2N1vrh-0xI/AAAAAAAAAm4/o7pXp6bv9tI/s1600-h/DSCN1726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432315037538505490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S2N1vrh-0xI/AAAAAAAAAm4/o7pXp6bv9tI/s320/DSCN1726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Forget Lauren and Thomas getting jealous of baby....this is the one I am worried about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S2N1wPamunI/AAAAAAAAAnA/0dm6gx--DI8/s72-c/DSCN1730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-5295388453506177079</id><published>2010-01-29T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:52:37.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dancin' dancin' dance the night away</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c873fc0708c2e5a9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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I am loving teaching her. She is already such a good helper. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S1pZ_bYluXI/AAAAAAAAAmw/QNp-89fHYAs/s1600-h/DSCN1709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429751246966077810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S1pZ_bYluXI/AAAAAAAAAmw/QNp-89fHYAs/s320/DSCN1709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Putting baby to bed......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S1pZ-2OJRyI/AAAAAAAAAmo/0f6HFRSprgg/s1600-h/DSCN1711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429751236990158626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S1pZ-2OJRyI/AAAAAAAAAmo/0f6HFRSprgg/s320/DSCN1711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and reading baby story. She really wants mommy to have a girl. We'll see, until then she can keep practicing on her baby dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S1pZ-g5i6cI/AAAAAAAAAmg/EoBrqbYWVzk/s1600-h/DSCN1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429751231266613698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S1pZ-g5i6cI/AAAAAAAAAmg/EoBrqbYWVzk/s320/DSCN1710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-6455580181460288700?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/6455580181460288700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=6455580181460288700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6455580181460288700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6455580181460288700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-shes-ready.html' title='I think she&apos;s ready'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S1pZ_bYluXI/AAAAAAAAAmw/QNp-89fHYAs/s72-c/DSCN1709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-4315764271178243768</id><published>2010-01-17T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:41:58.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>our newest addition, we'll see how long they survive.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S1PXN7HEt3I/AAAAAAAAAmI/7GrZYl6h40s/s1600-h/DSCN1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427918610117212018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S1PXN7HEt3I/AAAAAAAAAmI/7GrZYl6h40s/s320/DSCN1706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are our dwarf hamsters. I've never been fond of hamsters (or rodents of any kind,) but these little girls (they're sisters) are so cute and fun to watch. Lauren named hers "spot," it has no spots but whatever floats her boat. Thomas is convinced his is a boy (because of how long the tail is) and named his "lightning." I'm not sure where he got that from , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;. I am loving them actually. Very low &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt; and bring entertainment for hours, well 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-4315764271178243768?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/4315764271178243768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=4315764271178243768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/4315764271178243768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/4315764271178243768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-newest-addition-well-see-how-long.html' title='our newest addition, we&apos;ll see how long they survive.....'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S1PXN7HEt3I/AAAAAAAAAmI/7GrZYl6h40s/s72-c/DSCN1706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-6185104824257781317</id><published>2010-01-14T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T17:42:51.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good dog Gus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0_Hszq1MyI/AAAAAAAAAmA/O9OjYcd1H58/s1600-h/DSCN1700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426775648602764066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0_Hszq1MyI/AAAAAAAAAmA/O9OjYcd1H58/s320/DSCN1700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may not have a brother, but he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; has a buddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-6185104824257781317?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/6185104824257781317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=6185104824257781317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6185104824257781317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6185104824257781317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-dog-gus.html' title='good dog Gus.'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0_Hszq1MyI/AAAAAAAAAmA/O9OjYcd1H58/s72-c/DSCN1700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-2918394525071083320</id><published>2010-01-04T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:58:44.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>our cabin retreat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LShK5QvdI/AAAAAAAAAlg/3s0stpOMt90/s1600-h/DSCN1567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423128368609541586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LShK5QvdI/AAAAAAAAAlg/3s0stpOMt90/s320/DSCN1567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauren and Ben, my nephew. They have both informed me that they know everything because they are in kindergarten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LSg4ht7jI/AAAAAAAAAlY/oDHhY_nqdMI/s1600-h/DSCN1680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423128363678953010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LSg4ht7jI/AAAAAAAAAlY/oDHhY_nqdMI/s320/DSCN1680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My nephew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Quade&lt;/span&gt;.....cute as they come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LSgTB2f6I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/FYuMsTZcXr0/s1600-h/DSCN1641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423128353613184930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LSgTB2f6I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/FYuMsTZcXr0/s320/DSCN1641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the SNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LSAuV-8VI/AAAAAAAAAlI/aVKggPgEHwA/s1600-h/DSCN1632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423127811189567826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LSAuV-8VI/AAAAAAAAAlI/aVKggPgEHwA/s320/DSCN1632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thomas sledding right next to a trail they made next to the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LSAeaOWuI/AAAAAAAAAlA/NcqjreK-XhQ/s1600-h/DSCN1618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423127806912387810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LSAeaOWuI/AAAAAAAAAlA/NcqjreK-XhQ/s320/DSCN1618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lauren starting a snowball fight......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LR_w1vkcI/AAAAAAAAAk4/09l9o0uB2Po/s1600-h/DSCN1597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423127794679779778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LR_w1vkcI/AAAAAAAAAk4/09l9o0uB2Po/s320/DSCN1597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and an angel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LR_ZI5hrI/AAAAAAAAAkw/97GGynqCMlQ/s1600-h/DSCN1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423127788317673138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LR_ZI5hrI/AAAAAAAAAkw/97GGynqCMlQ/s320/DSCN1595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mark "snowboarding" Us -desert rats make do with what we got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LR_CvaqUI/AAAAAAAAAko/Jse0FhBcbxQ/s1600-h/DSCN1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423127782305212738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LR_CvaqUI/AAAAAAAAAko/Jse0FhBcbxQ/s320/DSCN1592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thomas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LRIOoesxI/AAAAAAAAAkg/chv869ZFM-g/s1600-h/DSCN1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423126840604537618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LRIOoesxI/AAAAAAAAAkg/chv869ZFM-g/s320/DSCN1559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our cabin at night! Gorgeous and such a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LRHkOcjoI/AAAAAAAAAkY/qBRml0JxZ9A/s1600-h/DSCN1584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423126829221056130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LRHkOcjoI/AAAAAAAAAkY/qBRml0JxZ9A/s320/DSCN1584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy's girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LRHZZXd3I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/npdiy8fIBDA/s1600-h/DSCN1567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423126826314069874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LRHZZXd3I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/npdiy8fIBDA/s320/DSCN1567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;again Lauren and Ben (same picture-sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LRHEvxsiI/AAAAAAAAAkI/BThXMd_17uY/s1600-h/DSCN1602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423126820770918946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LRHEvxsiI/AAAAAAAAAkI/BThXMd_17uY/s320/DSCN1602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cutie pa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tutie&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LRGm4UP_I/AAAAAAAAAkA/D239_-uWS4k/s1600-h/DSCN1598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423126812753674226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LRGm4UP_I/AAAAAAAAAkA/D239_-uWS4k/s320/DSCN1598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AND &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;here's&lt;/span&gt; Lauren mad because she got hit with a snowball.  Wonder if it was Thomas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-2918394525071083320?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/2918394525071083320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=2918394525071083320&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/2918394525071083320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/2918394525071083320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-cabin-retreat.html' title='our cabin retreat!'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LShK5QvdI/AAAAAAAAAlg/3s0stpOMt90/s72-c/DSCN1567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-9204999073940094370</id><published>2010-01-04T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:38:12.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas!</title><content type='html'>Santa brought new bikes and a barbie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;convertable&lt;/span&gt; and a firetruck for Lauren and Thomas...now picture overload for grandma and Papa......&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LNF_VRF9I/AAAAAAAAAj4/L2_K9x-7ebY/s1600-h/DSCN1538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423122404091172818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LNF_VRF9I/AAAAAAAAAj4/L2_K9x-7ebY/s320/DSCN1538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas morning with their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;santa&lt;/span&gt; gifts. Lauren ran down the hall waking up Thomas saying "Santa came, Santa came! He even knew I didn't need training wheels and you did!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LNFf8EC1I/AAAAAAAAAjw/VGvODmrA0Tg/s1600-h/DSCN1545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423122395663960914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LNFf8EC1I/AAAAAAAAAjw/VGvODmrA0Tg/s320/DSCN1545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thomas on his new lightning McQueen bike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LMuNbD7PI/AAAAAAAAAjo/9GxLWfUOB4Y/s1600-h/DSCN1548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423121995556711666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LMuNbD7PI/AAAAAAAAAjo/9GxLWfUOB4Y/s320/DSCN1548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything McQueen this boy loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LMt5VRFdI/AAAAAAAAAjg/0HDFgDd-a6Q/s1600-h/DSCN1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423121990163699154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LMt5VRFdI/AAAAAAAAAjg/0HDFgDd-a6Q/s320/DSCN1535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lauren opening her very own hamper.... they really do love them even though her face kinda says, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HHMMM&lt;/span&gt; what is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LMtdHvtWI/AAAAAAAAAjY/1McSY19uQIg/s1600-h/DSCN1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423121982590793058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LMtdHvtWI/AAAAAAAAAjY/1McSY19uQIg/s320/DSCN1524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; getting a superman truck that he loves and actually tucks into bed with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LMswGGMRI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/eBPl9zHj2cg/s1600-h/DSCN1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423121970504282386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LMswGGMRI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/eBPl9zHj2cg/s320/DSCN1533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LMsmqLSZI/AAAAAAAAAjI/uQgLA1ih1kQ/s1600-h/DSCN1534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423121967971256722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LMsmqLSZI/AAAAAAAAAjI/uQgLA1ih1kQ/s320/DSCN1534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas was fun and simple this year. I like it that way. The kids were a little confused when I rang the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; bells to wake up, because I had just told them to go to bed. (we did our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; eve because Mark had to work the next morning, and my desire to wake up at 4/5 a.m was not very strong.) They didn't get their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;santa&lt;/span&gt; gifts until Christmas morning so they still got the excitement of waking up to some presents. Thank you everybody for your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thoughtfullness&lt;/span&gt; in giving!  I hope everybody had an enjoyable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;CHRISTmas&lt;/span&gt;, He is the reason for the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-9204999073940094370?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/9204999073940094370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=9204999073940094370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/9204999073940094370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/9204999073940094370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas.html' title='christmas!'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/S0LNF_VRF9I/AAAAAAAAAj4/L2_K9x-7ebY/s72-c/DSCN1538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-6045396089992782842</id><published>2009-12-24T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T09:51:52.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chubby girl phase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SzOpINVDdaI/AAAAAAAAAjA/u4QtcpK9yAA/s1600-h/DSCN1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418860735138854306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SzOpINVDdaI/AAAAAAAAAjA/u4QtcpK9yAA/s320/DSCN1520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; this is for Amber and my mom. This is me at 22 weeks..(5months) I am in that chubby stage where people go "is she pregnant?" Can't wait until it becomes obvious. Amber, when you see me next I will be practically almost 8 months, which will stink because I will be in the "WOW she's about to pop!" stage. Oh well. If I have learned anything from being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt; it is that my body is not my own, so grow on baby!~ love you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-6045396089992782842?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/6045396089992782842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=6045396089992782842&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6045396089992782842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6045396089992782842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/12/chubby-girl-phase.html' title='chubby girl phase'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SzOpINVDdaI/AAAAAAAAAjA/u4QtcpK9yAA/s72-c/DSCN1520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-560182268823527565</id><published>2009-12-20T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T16:03:03.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"when the baby comes I will have to do dishes." Lauren Moore</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2254a4bcbc5d3a34" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2254a4bcbc5d3a34%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032044%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3300FD8275128BCB2EAAA9BEF42A3DEED24E5C2F.1B85AB1052D77D6B93905EDBF267E97B9F26D751%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2254a4bcbc5d3a34%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvBN7VvIeeno4B5FizsBSYrJuOsU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2254a4bcbc5d3a34%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032044%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3300FD8275128BCB2EAAA9BEF42A3DEED24E5C2F.1B85AB1052D77D6B93905EDBF267E97B9F26D751%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2254a4bcbc5d3a34%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvBN7VvIeeno4B5FizsBSYrJuOsU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;With no bribery on my part she has given herself this chore...which really turns into more of a chore for me because of a water mess and stacks of dishes, but she is (wants to be ) very helpful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-560182268823527565?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/560182268823527565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=560182268823527565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/560182268823527565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/560182268823527565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-baby-comes-i-will-have-to-do.html' title='&quot;when the baby comes I will have to do dishes.&quot; Lauren Moore'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-2016985714876150166</id><published>2009-12-20T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T16:08:49.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauren is six!</title><content type='html'>Mark says "six years ago Lauren was born and seven days later we got married." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ha ha&lt;/span&gt;...he thinks hes funny.(our 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary is seven days after her birthday, just if you're curious)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6uDqAhssI/AAAAAAAAAi4/-FC290mvt0U/s1600-h/CIMG0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417458779612623554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6uDqAhssI/AAAAAAAAAi4/-FC290mvt0U/s320/CIMG0308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loved all her presents and having a horsey pinata! So here is picture overload of my little princess.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6uDaqqZ2I/AAAAAAAAAiw/xb6-zEIknzY/s1600-h/DSCN1504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417458775494387554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6uDaqqZ2I/AAAAAAAAAiw/xb6-zEIknzY/s320/DSCN1504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily giving it her best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6uC7VRE9I/AAAAAAAAAio/RCDGYTdDd44/s1600-h/DSCN1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417458767083148242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6uC7VRE9I/AAAAAAAAAio/RCDGYTdDd44/s320/DSCN1491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Quade&lt;/span&gt;, my nephew, taking a turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6uCkbvQDI/AAAAAAAAAig/FrrWMBn7_rg/s1600-h/DSCN1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417458760936276018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6uCkbvQDI/AAAAAAAAAig/FrrWMBn7_rg/s320/DSCN1458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6si27SjXI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/y8cnl858IYc/s1600-h/CIMG0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417457116633009522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6si27SjXI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/y8cnl858IYc/s320/CIMG0316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6sidQv7_I/AAAAAAAAAiI/XWe1KrrA8mw/s1600-h/CIMG0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417457109743693810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6sidQv7_I/AAAAAAAAAiI/XWe1KrrA8mw/s320/CIMG0288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lauren with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; Kate, and little Lily modeling their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lip gloss&lt;/span&gt; necklaces they got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6siBjdxBI/AAAAAAAAAiA/wWWP77CrvQ8/s1600-h/DSCN1503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417457102306001938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6siBjdxBI/AAAAAAAAAiA/wWWP77CrvQ8/s320/DSCN1503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thomas kept laughing because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Quade&lt;/span&gt; kept saying "hit it on the butt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6shodYdkI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vI0IdyHE1CI/s1600-h/DSCN1505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417457095569602114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6shodYdkI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vI0IdyHE1CI/s320/DSCN1505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ben's&lt;/span&gt; turn..watch out major leagues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6shd_2sGI/AAAAAAAAAhw/sNJu-V8ueBg/s1600-h/DSCN1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417457092761399394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6shd_2sGI/AAAAAAAAAhw/sNJu-V8ueBg/s320/DSCN1506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kate has such an aggressive personality, can't you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6q2cE1r1I/AAAAAAAAAho/gdPb1kR2KUU/s1600-h/CIMG0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417455253999431506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6q2cE1r1I/AAAAAAAAAho/gdPb1kR2KUU/s320/CIMG0283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little girl Lauren, Can't believe you are already six. I love how out of nowhere you will give me a hug and say "I love you too mommy." Even though I didn't say it to you first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6q2OnpxRI/AAAAAAAAAhg/QkWxZGdCtHk/s1600-h/CIMG0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417455250387354898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6q2OnpxRI/AAAAAAAAAhg/QkWxZGdCtHk/s320/CIMG0304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I assure that cake was home made...by someone at Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6q1v1gOJI/AAAAAAAAAhY/IaK85dxpEvs/s1600-h/CIMG0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417455242123950226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6q1v1gOJI/AAAAAAAAAhY/IaK85dxpEvs/s320/CIMG0292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6q1WSgMTI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/VFikyABbGXs/s1600-h/CIMG0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417455235266261298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6q1WSgMTI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/VFikyABbGXs/s320/CIMG0313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6q0zLW7oI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Btl6qNDS8g8/s1600-h/CIMG0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417455225841053314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sy6q0zLW7oI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Btl6qNDS8g8/s320/CIMG0306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt; box to put your special "horsey" necklace in that Daddy bought you. Happy Birthday little one! "I love you too princess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-2016985714876150166?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/2016985714876150166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=2016985714876150166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-6525084942300711874</id><published>2009-12-16T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:02:22.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas loves to sing..wonder where he gets that from</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d8931b81fbbcb46e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd8931b81fbbcb46e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032044%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78A12955B05A7B4DBB91BB3D5E7EB9517A5D1D1C.51C5AF9576084A2CAE67D2275E3E199F0D739D20%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd8931b81fbbcb46e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLoLMMRPa5mgKZV8dI2bhrisLmKY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;I tried to be sneaky and hold camera steady..I failed at both, but Thomas is so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-6525084942300711874?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/6525084942300711874/comments/default' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-2528524457189491295</id><published>2009-12-16T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:36:19.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Papa and Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Syl8DXrNctI/AAAAAAAAAhA/v_3RyP2bSbI/s1600-h/DSCN0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415996424226435794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Syl8DXrNctI/AAAAAAAAAhA/v_3RyP2bSbI/s320/DSCN0902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Grandma and Papa! Look how pretty your flowers are...Lauren and Thomas look cute too! just wanted to write to you and tell you Thank you for all you do. We love our bags you sent and love our lightning lights in the front yard. Thomas still searches for "lightnings rocks." can't hardly wait till we get to see you guys again. WE LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-2528524457189491295?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/2528524457189491295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=2528524457189491295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/2528524457189491295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/2528524457189491295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-for-papa-and-grandma.html' title='Just for Papa and Grandma'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Syl8DXrNctI/AAAAAAAAAhA/v_3RyP2bSbI/s72-c/DSCN0902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-143894699635508127</id><published>2009-12-10T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:39:10.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lauren being little miss grown up with her purse that grandma sent her filled with goodies, even a new pair of high heels! She loves them mom! I believe here she is scheduling appointments.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SyE-ycgigiI/AAAAAAAAAgo/lUMOJ57xMeM/s1600-h/DSCN1471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413677263443100194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SyE-ycgigiI/AAAAAAAAAgo/lUMOJ57xMeM/s320/DSCN1471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thomas also got a back pack filled with goodies, I think his favorite thing was his very own wallet. He is carrying it everywhere with him. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SyE-yHAZbXI/AAAAAAAAAgg/TYw82ijpn9M/s1600-h/DSCN1473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413677257671142770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SyE-yHAZbXI/AAAAAAAAAgg/TYw82ijpn9M/s320/DSCN1473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mom. My kids love when a box or even just a letter with stickers, comes from grandma. WE LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-143894699635508127?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/143894699635508127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=143894699635508127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/143894699635508127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/143894699635508127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/12/lauren-being-little-miss-grown-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SyE-ycgigiI/AAAAAAAAAgo/lUMOJ57xMeM/s72-c/DSCN1471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-6665252784224333108</id><published>2009-12-02T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T08:29:44.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gus is a daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxaVQioHOUI/AAAAAAAAAgY/UTMhuGyPs00/s1600-h/DSCN1466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410676113737726274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxaVQioHOUI/AAAAAAAAAgY/UTMhuGyPs00/s320/DSCN1466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lauren and Thomas with their dogs. Lauren said "Gus is the dad and Thomas is amber (my in-laws have a yellow lab named Amber...) and I'm their baby!" Entertained them for an hour! Yeah for stuff animals, and Gus, who is the best babysitter in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-6665252784224333108?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/6665252784224333108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=6665252784224333108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6665252784224333108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6665252784224333108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/12/gus-is-daddy.html' title='Gus is a daddy!'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxaVQioHOUI/AAAAAAAAAgY/UTMhuGyPs00/s72-c/DSCN1466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-2126110747202657329</id><published>2009-11-30T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T07:45:31.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAHINGTOOOONNNN cont'd!</title><content type='html'>This sweet Baby looked like this- happy as can be- pretty much the whole time! Sweet Penelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSOz09tFdI/AAAAAAAAAgE/GYZWHI102mU/s1600/DSCN1456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410106073420731858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSOz09tFdI/AAAAAAAAAgE/GYZWHI102mU/s200/DSCN1456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had ambition of getting to go to Forks, Washington. ( I know some people may wonder "whats in forks?" Your loss if you don't already know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSOzgOlTFI/AAAAAAAAAf8/aMFJSPtg5GM/s1600/DSCN1454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410106067854380114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSOzgOlTFI/AAAAAAAAAf8/aMFJSPtg5GM/s200/DSCN1454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sadly this is the closest to FORKS that we got!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, but I did get to bump into Edward! YEAH. Only the sign said I couldn't touch him...LAME&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSOzB75LyI/AAAAAAAAAf0/bZiszTv21Vc/s1600/DSCN1406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410106059722927906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSOzB75LyI/AAAAAAAAAf0/bZiszTv21Vc/s200/DSCN1406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like I said, I am a spoiled girl. Thank you friends and Family who let me go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kid less&lt;/span&gt; to my vacation! It rocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-2126110747202657329?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/2126110747202657329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=2126110747202657329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/2126110747202657329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/2126110747202657329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/11/wahingtoooonnnn-contd.html' title='WAHINGTOOOONNNN cont&apos;d!'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSOz09tFdI/AAAAAAAAAgE/GYZWHI102mU/s72-c/DSCN1456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-1781832731270285791</id><published>2009-11-30T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T07:44:14.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WASHINGTOOOONNNN!</title><content type='html'>So I am a little spoiled, and my sweet husband let me fly to Seattle to see my good friend Trish, who recently moved there from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ajo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Dayna and I had a blast..now picture overload!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSJQSrKFHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ZQREHJuwN0c/s1600/DSCN1452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410099965362574450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSJQSrKFHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ZQREHJuwN0c/s200/DSCN1452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trish's cute kids (molly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;megan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and Evan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSJQBrlgII/AAAAAAAAAfk/hUB2wf5i0uU/s1600/DSCN1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410099960800968834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSJQBrlgII/AAAAAAAAAfk/hUB2wf5i0uU/s200/DSCN1447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At a "dutch" mall. It was so quaint and cute and everything...dutch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSJPgzQhAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/6xc03lGEAnM/s1600/DSCN1430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410099951974777858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSJPgzQhAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/6xc03lGEAnM/s200/DSCN1430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to go to C-A-N-A-D-A eh? Well the border anyway. Trish on the border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSJPeAWOHI/AAAAAAAAAfU/_a2luPaZ9AA/s1600/DSCN1421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410099951224371314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSJPeAWOHI/AAAAAAAAAfU/_a2luPaZ9AA/s200/DSCN1421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was a fascinating piece of carved wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSJPHLQHEI/AAAAAAAAAfM/qiN0ZVV1iq0/s1600/DSCN1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410099945096092738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSJPHLQHEI/AAAAAAAAAfM/qiN0ZVV1iq0/s200/DSCN1438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trish thinking metric! Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSIZsP9EUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/44sja3du0dY/s1600/DSCN1451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410099027334992194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSIZsP9EUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/44sja3du0dY/s200/DSCN1451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know what to say for this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSIZchW83I/AAAAAAAAAe8/06nVQzykIAc/s1600/DSCN1408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410099023113024370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSIZchW83I/AAAAAAAAAe8/06nVQzykIAc/s200/DSCN1408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was a cool market place. We even saw an old lady with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pigeon&lt;/span&gt; on her head. She was homeless, but that bird was probably her pet. I am holding the sign, can you tell it was about to fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSIZKFVU2I/AAAAAAAAAe0/jZ5L2zCLWyI/s1600/DSCN1407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410099018163639138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSIZKFVU2I/AAAAAAAAAe0/jZ5L2zCLWyI/s200/DSCN1407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dayna getting checked out by two dudes. You know it! Eat your heart out, we were there for the seafood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSIYvuKV6I/AAAAAAAAAes/BlGp2XBbXro/s1600/DSCN1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410099011087128482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSIYvuKV6I/AAAAAAAAAes/BlGp2XBbXro/s200/DSCN1402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amazes me that buildings like these exist...small town girl. But seriously-man made structures-amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSIYceX3VI/AAAAAAAAAek/-DvZj0ztYIQ/s1600/DSCN1457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410099005920632146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSIYceX3VI/AAAAAAAAAek/-DvZj0ztYIQ/s200/DSCN1457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dayna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Us on the plane foot loose and fancy free! Except the peanuts weren't free...I know LAME. "so is your face!" (Dayna will get it...I don't really think whoever is reading this that your face is lame. I suck at sarcasm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-1781832731270285791?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/1781832731270285791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=1781832731270285791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/1781832731270285791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/1781832731270285791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/11/washingtoooonnnn.html' title='WASHINGTOOOONNNN!'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SxSJQSrKFHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ZQREHJuwN0c/s72-c/DSCN1452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-2092226672902065851</id><published>2009-11-08T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:40:43.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN FUN FUN till daddy takes the t-bird away</title><content type='html'>Could he be any sweeter?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SvenIqGA7gI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uikr0LYB-kI/s1600-h/S4300010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401970045234507266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SvenIqGA7gI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uikr0LYB-kI/s320/S4300010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun on the trampoline!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SvenIU90A0I/AAAAAAAAAdU/af3ksDeauuk/s1600-h/S4300047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401970039562961730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SvenIU90A0I/AAAAAAAAAdU/af3ksDeauuk/s320/S4300047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom's (Grandma's) inner child came out and she was laughing so hard.....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SvenIBMd6DI/AAAAAAAAAdM/tsHVw4NMH1U/s1600-h/S4300034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401970034255718450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SvenIBMd6DI/AAAAAAAAAdM/tsHVw4NMH1U/s320/S4300034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Papa had to try it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SvenHnu5O3I/AAAAAAAAAdE/4HPq8VIN474/s1600-h/S4300040+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401970027420793714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SvenHnu5O3I/AAAAAAAAAdE/4HPq8VIN474/s320/S4300040+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Laurens school so she could show grandma and papa around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Svel1oytzNI/AAAAAAAAAc8/10pzpAi23J0/s1600-h/S4300020+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401968618955984082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Svel1oytzNI/AAAAAAAAAc8/10pzpAi23J0/s320/S4300020+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Nurse!" Lauren was big on giving shots...She just got her vaccines the other day so this was fun to inflict pain on others.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Svel1B9aSlI/AAAAAAAAAc0/kjSjWpeHQ7I/s1600-h/S4300025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401968608531860050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Svel1B9aSlI/AAAAAAAAAc0/kjSjWpeHQ7I/s320/S4300025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At school we also ate lunch with her and classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Svel04dr3yI/AAAAAAAAAcs/RML85Z0gnRM/s1600-h/S4300011+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401968605982875426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Svel04dr3yI/AAAAAAAAAcs/RML85Z0gnRM/s320/S4300011+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave Grandma a pretend b-day party because we won't be with her when its her birthday next month. "It's a Sweater!" (Glad she loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ajo&lt;/span&gt;...made the word "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ajo&lt;/span&gt;," on the sweater mean something.) You're so cute mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Svel0jFsvxI/AAAAAAAAAck/TjzSdJrHfPE/s1600-h/DSCN1397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401968600245124882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Svel0jFsvxI/AAAAAAAAAck/TjzSdJrHfPE/s320/DSCN1397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thomas (Bob the builder) with his sweet grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Svel0RaysrI/AAAAAAAAAcc/VuavTZXZ17g/s1600-h/S4300029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401968595501757106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Svel0RaysrI/AAAAAAAAAcc/VuavTZXZ17g/s320/S4300029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so glad they made the effort to come down here. Ajo isn't exactly entertainment central, (some may even venture to call it the armpit of America) but my parents just bring joy with them wherever they go. So much so, that porch sittin is the best! I love you ma n pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-2092226672902065851?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/2092226672902065851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=2092226672902065851&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/2092226672902065851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/2092226672902065851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-fun-fun-till-daddy-takes-t-bird.html' title='FUN FUN FUN till daddy takes the t-bird away'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SvenIqGA7gI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uikr0LYB-kI/s72-c/S4300010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-620721925324007414</id><published>2009-11-01T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T08:20:38.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!!!</title><content type='html'>(These aren't in in particular order.)This is turned wrong, but Thomas thought the pumpkin would taste like pumpkin pie...by the look on his face, he learned that is does not taste like pie.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Su2wyOrvlJI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jiQgIQxBNp4/s1600-h/DSCN1367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399165905268610194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Su2wyOrvlJI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jiQgIQxBNp4/s320/DSCN1367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finished product. We are simple minded folks.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Su2wx45043I/AAAAAAAAAcI/5l5OrGVE0Rk/s1600-h/DSCN1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399165899422098290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Su2wx45043I/AAAAAAAAAcI/5l5OrGVE0Rk/s320/DSCN1373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayna,my twin, and her cake she won.....match made in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Su2wxuSUOzI/AAAAAAAAAcA/mdky4TvzAOQ/s1600-h/DSCN1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399165896572025650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Su2wxuSUOzI/AAAAAAAAAcA/mdky4TvzAOQ/s320/DSCN1392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My nephew, lumber jack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jarett&lt;/span&gt;. If they had a cutest costume contest, I think he could win it.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Su2wxXhPnEI/AAAAAAAAAb4/GkfHBp32KEM/s1600-h/DSCN1377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399165890460621890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Su2wxXhPnEI/AAAAAAAAAb4/GkfHBp32KEM/s320/DSCN1377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scary faces carving a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;punkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." Don't worry Grandma, those are plastic knives...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Su2tuWrAEeI/AAAAAAAAAbg/lgjpTC2T514/s1600-h/DSCN1361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399162540158620130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Su2tuWrAEeI/AAAAAAAAAbg/lgjpTC2T514/s320/DSCN1361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our newest house guest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Su2tuMaWhLI/AAAAAAAAAbY/d8ivji-fliQ/s1600-h/DSCN1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399162537404433586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Su2tuMaWhLI/AAAAAAAAAbY/d8ivji-fliQ/s320/DSCN1362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Lauren (again, three years in the running.) And Batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Su2tt6Eq3YI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/WjQLt-JudSA/s1600-h/DSCN1375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399162532481654146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Su2tt6Eq3YI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/WjQLt-JudSA/s320/DSCN1375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Somehow during the night she turned into a "princess vampire." Is it bad my five year old knows all the names of the Twilight characters....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Su2ttSD8InI/AAAAAAAAAbI/_Rw4wc76bQU/s1600-h/DSCN1379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399162521741173362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Su2ttSD8InI/AAAAAAAAAbI/_Rw4wc76bQU/s320/DSCN1379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Batman became a vampire bat...what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Su2ttFyKi0I/AAAAAAAAAbA/SR0_xTnd5ik/s1600-h/DSCN1389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399162518445394754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Su2ttFyKi0I/AAAAAAAAAbA/SR0_xTnd5ik/s320/DSCN1389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halloween was fun. Momma is glad its over, and now I get chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-620721925324007414?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/620721925324007414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=620721925324007414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/620721925324007414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/620721925324007414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween!!!'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Su2wyOrvlJI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jiQgIQxBNp4/s72-c/DSCN1367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-4134894736601462380</id><published>2009-10-22T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:44:29.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some more s'moores!</title><content type='html'>The dads learned this weekend that if you want to go fishing with kids, it is best to actually not put a hook on. Otherwise you spend your time just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;detangling&lt;/span&gt; all day.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SuDrWNnNotI/AAAAAAAAAa4/O-NK72tRoZs/s1600-h/DSCN1351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395571120433636050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SuDrWNnNotI/AAAAAAAAAa4/O-NK72tRoZs/s320/DSCN1351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when catching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;seaweed&lt;/span&gt; was awesome too! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Quade&lt;/span&gt; was so proud.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SuDrV1YwLyI/AAAAAAAAAaw/CJTny50uCno/s1600-h/DSCN1353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395571113930534690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SuDrV1YwLyI/AAAAAAAAAaw/CJTny50uCno/s320/DSCN1353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lauren and Ben actually did catch a fish each so that was cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SuDrBgfnPCI/AAAAAAAAAao/7zquSGa0WNE/s1600-h/DSCN1348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395570764724780066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SuDrBgfnPCI/AAAAAAAAAao/7zquSGa0WNE/s320/DSCN1348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goofy faces! And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Quade&lt;/span&gt; digging for gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SuDrBGW8r2I/AAAAAAAAAag/XDzSvWcvd5s/s1600-h/DSCN1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395570757709115234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SuDrBGW8r2I/AAAAAAAAAag/XDzSvWcvd5s/s320/DSCN1342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                Best friends&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SuDrA3_gCyI/AAAAAAAAAaY/xeKYuclUE5s/s1600-h/DSCN1354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395570753852672802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SuDrA3_gCyI/AAAAAAAAAaY/xeKYuclUE5s/s320/DSCN1354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SuDrAi1cD2I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/iLxxD4GokXU/s1600-h/DSCN1334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395570748173324130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SuDrAi1cD2I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/iLxxD4GokXU/s320/DSCN1334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I included this picture because Mark told the kids a story about an old cowboy who left his hat, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; knows what happen to him. They loved it! Thomas still asks to hear it, and then he wonders why Mark took the cowboys hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-4134894736601462380?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/4134894736601462380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=4134894736601462380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/4134894736601462380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/4134894736601462380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-moore-smoores.html' title='some more s&apos;moores!'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SuDrWNnNotI/AAAAAAAAAa4/O-NK72tRoZs/s72-c/DSCN1351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-1883791077319896880</id><published>2009-10-22T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:42:51.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S'moores!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Quade&lt;/span&gt; and Thomas. These two can be best buddies, most days. Sometimes they act like normal 3/4 years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; and fight. But generally they take care of each other.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SuDiEcjKj6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/yqsUYt6SnaM/s1600-h/DSCN1321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395560919600893858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SuDiEcjKj6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/yqsUYt6SnaM/s320/DSCN1321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SuDiD9z_zYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/vRUTXw25HaU/s1600-h/DSCN1328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395560911349992834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SuDiD9z_zYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/vRUTXw25HaU/s320/DSCN1328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;S'moores&lt;/span&gt; in one place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Little&lt;/span&gt; boy a car and he is content for hours! My nephew Jarrett. He's so cute.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SuDiDpfaX4I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m8lpiZ6-aaw/s1600-h/DSCN1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395560905894944642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SuDiDpfaX4I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/m8lpiZ6-aaw/s320/DSCN1340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauren and baby Dillion. She was a baby hog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SuDiDC6SAYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/8KQwIrT4M0E/s1600-h/DSCN1330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395560895538659714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SuDiDC6SAYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/8KQwIrT4M0E/s320/DSCN1330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben and Lauren helping Jarrett go fish. This is my favorite pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SuDiC3hI4MI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Ts3o3cG6Wuw/s1600-h/DSCN1344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395560892480413890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SuDiC3hI4MI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Ts3o3cG6Wuw/s320/DSCN1344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-1883791077319896880?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/1883791077319896880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=1883791077319896880&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/1883791077319896880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/1883791077319896880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/10/smoores.html' title='S&apos;moores!'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SuDiEcjKj6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/yqsUYt6SnaM/s72-c/DSCN1321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-8686680565350396707</id><published>2009-10-15T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:29:25.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry its not closer up'/><title type='text'>for theresa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/StdNcU9imXI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Wn7eOTvnDhA/s1600-h/DSCN1232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392864227857963378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/StdNcU9imXI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Wn7eOTvnDhA/s320/DSCN1232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-8686680565350396707?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/8686680565350396707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=8686680565350396707&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/8686680565350396707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/8686680565350396707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-theresa.html' title='for theresa'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/StdNcU9imXI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Wn7eOTvnDhA/s72-c/DSCN1232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-5409363738189744035</id><published>2009-10-15T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:26:48.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daddy helped'/><title type='text'>I always wanted a hole to china</title><content type='html'>Thomas said "mom do we have a shovel?" I didn't know he was trying to bury his sister....&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/StdMo_PoQaI/AAAAAAAAAZY/_OopbMrrjbQ/s1600-h/DSCN1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392863345854923170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/StdMo_PoQaI/AAAAAAAAAZY/_OopbMrrjbQ/s320/DSCN1318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging out in his fox hole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/StdMoSuO9SI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rF2i0vYv7O0/s1600-h/DSCN1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392863333903693090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/StdMoSuO9SI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rF2i0vYv7O0/s320/DSCN1319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-5409363738189744035?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/5409363738189744035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=5409363738189744035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/5409363738189744035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/5409363738189744035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-always-wanted-hole-to-china.html' title='I always wanted a hole to china'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/StdMo_PoQaI/AAAAAAAAAZY/_OopbMrrjbQ/s72-c/DSCN1318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-7059505047248699054</id><published>2009-10-15T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:22:05.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HARRY, HARRY POTTER!</title><content type='html'>Our cousin, Sarah turned 14. We did a "Harry Potter" themed party because this girl eats, drink, and lives-Harry Potter. At least for now, we'll see what her next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fascnination&lt;/span&gt; is. It was fun. Once you entered my door (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hogwarts&lt;/span&gt; by way of passage..) you had to use a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;brittish&lt;/span&gt; accent. That was exhausting keeping up but tons of fun!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/StdJt2176iI/AAAAAAAAAZI/T6MXPhOHQoA/s1600-h/DSCN1314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392860130964138530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/StdJt2176iI/AAAAAAAAAZI/T6MXPhOHQoA/s320/DSCN1314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/StdJtY09OOI/AAAAAAAAAZA/MOjHFQHuM6w/s1600-h/DSCN1306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392860122906966242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/StdJtY09OOI/AAAAAAAAAZA/MOjHFQHuM6w/s320/DSCN1306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they are with their brooms. We played musical brooms, and limbo, and carry an egg on a spoon while flying on your broom. Everyone was sorted by the sorting hat into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Slytherin&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gryffindor&lt;/span&gt;. We also did HP trivia, regrettably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Slytherin&lt;/span&gt; won most events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/StdJsxicaXI/AAAAAAAAAY4/f4mZb_omZrY/s1600-h/DSCN1310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392860112360335730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/StdJsxicaXI/AAAAAAAAAY4/f4mZb_omZrY/s320/DSCN1310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a card puzzle that you design however you want, but takes lots of time and little pieces. Sarah and I stayed up 'till midnight but it turned out great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/StdJsV9W0JI/AAAAAAAAAYw/8fz0r0388Uo/s1600-h/DSCN1305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392860104957022354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/StdJsV9W0JI/AAAAAAAAAYw/8fz0r0388Uo/s320/DSCN1305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mad eyed moody cake looked AWESOME! Thank you Theresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/StdJr3dyJbI/AAAAAAAAAYo/m3VlPGcW3uo/s1600-h/DSCN1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392860096771532210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/StdJr3dyJbI/AAAAAAAAAYo/m3VlPGcW3uo/s320/DSCN1316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Sarah. I can't tell by her smile if she liked it or not...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-7059505047248699054?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/7059505047248699054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=7059505047248699054&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/7059505047248699054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/7059505047248699054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/10/harry-harry-potter.html' title='HARRY, HARRY POTTER!'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/StdJt2176iI/AAAAAAAAAZI/T6MXPhOHQoA/s72-c/DSCN1314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-243897190993596523</id><published>2009-10-09T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:50:21.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday Lauren lost her second bottom tooth, and I said tonight to Thomas, "Hey time to go put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; on and brush teeth." He replied, "I don't want to brush my teeth, I want them to fall out like Laurens." Guess the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' saying stuck with him, "Better brush or your teeth will fall out!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-243897190993596523?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/243897190993596523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=243897190993596523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/243897190993596523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/243897190993596523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/10/yesterday-lauren-lost-her-second-bottom.html' title=''/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-1034736909219879994</id><published>2009-10-04T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:46:48.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>homecoming!</title><content type='html'>After the game......exhausted and ready to play with cousins for our cousins sleepover. They were asleep by 10:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;. Pretty good for 5 and 4 years old hyped up on sugar,except Lauren,who looks like a zombie right here&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SskF3sG_mxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/RcHZbDbiKqE/s1600-h/DSCN1299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388844883416947474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SskF3sG_mxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/RcHZbDbiKqE/s320/DSCN1299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little crown bearers Lauren and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;. It was their job to give the new king/queen their crown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SskF3AQKKiI/AAAAAAAAAYY/43jBYXVkNHw/s1600-h/DSCN1290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388844871644228130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SskF3AQKKiI/AAAAAAAAAYY/43jBYXVkNHw/s320/DSCN1290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty princess getting ready to do the hand-off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SskF2kyIjXI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/WlRF5rpXXeY/s1600-h/DSCN1281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388844864270536050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SskF2kyIjXI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/WlRF5rpXXeY/s320/DSCN1281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right before we left Lauren said "I am kinda nervous, but not really. Maybe a little."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SskF2OwunWI/AAAAAAAAAYI/uOgICk2rliY/s1600-h/DSCN1263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388844858359061858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SskF2OwunWI/AAAAAAAAAYI/uOgICk2rliY/s320/DSCN1263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the homecoming parade before the game. She had so much fun and was glad to get to be a part of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SskF1V62yKI/AAAAAAAAAYA/63ccoHovEkE/s1600-h/DSCN1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388844843100719266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SskF1V62yKI/AAAAAAAAAYA/63ccoHovEkE/s320/DSCN1242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to my friend Carol Guthrie for doing her hair and making her feel so beautiful. And her bff Kate for letting her borrow your pretty dress! I love to see her smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-1034736909219879994?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/1034736909219879994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=1034736909219879994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/1034736909219879994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/1034736909219879994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/10/homecoming.html' title='homecoming!'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SskF3sG_mxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/RcHZbDbiKqE/s72-c/DSCN1299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-6178181751232489729</id><published>2009-09-30T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:37:56.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simple pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SsPPENWqdWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/IVlW1tu2EEw/s1600-h/DSCN1229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387377250476389730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SsPPENWqdWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/IVlW1tu2EEw/s320/DSCN1229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who knew plastic cups and bubbles could be so entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SsPPDiV62XI/AAAAAAAAAXw/sE2BTNprITg/s1600-h/DSCN1226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387377238930545010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SsPPDiV62XI/AAAAAAAAAXw/sE2BTNprITg/s320/DSCN1226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love being a mother. There are good days that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; outweigh the bad. And it comes with up and down emotions. Good thing I like roller coaster rides. Kids seem to test every level of patience, but bring so many levels of joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-6178181751232489729?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/6178181751232489729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=6178181751232489729&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6178181751232489729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6178181751232489729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/09/simple-pleasures.html' title='simple pleasures'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SsPPENWqdWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/IVlW1tu2EEw/s72-c/DSCN1229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-8317491924508651323</id><published>2009-08-27T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:29:23.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a keeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Spal7ukK8QI/AAAAAAAAAXM/XBg78Qb-u5g/s1600-h/DSCN0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374665650843873538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Spal7ukK8QI/AAAAAAAAAXM/XBg78Qb-u5g/s320/DSCN0940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother is engaged! We are so excited for them. You both deserve to be so happy! Vanessa- Welcome to the Fam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-8317491924508651323?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/8317491924508651323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=8317491924508651323&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/8317491924508651323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/8317491924508651323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/08/shes-keeper.html' title='She&apos;s a keeper'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Spal7ukK8QI/AAAAAAAAAXM/XBg78Qb-u5g/s72-c/DSCN0940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-8807158587317455074</id><published>2009-08-17T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:16:47.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my brave girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I was the only one crying that day'/><title type='text'>"seems like only yesterday we started.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Soo8K8svZlI/AAAAAAAAAW0/I_9ESe8PQp0/s1600-h/kindergarten+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371171664382879314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Soo8K8svZlI/AAAAAAAAAW0/I_9ESe8PQp0/s320/kindergarten+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry,but can this be any cuter? My baby is so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Soo8KT0lVuI/AAAAAAAAAWs/-l2B68txKaY/s1600-h/kindergarten+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371171653409920738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Soo8KT0lVuI/AAAAAAAAAWs/-l2B68txKaY/s320/kindergarten+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this picture..daddy's girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Soo8JtmD5tI/AAAAAAAAAWk/nAruohI-4Jk/s1600-h/kindergarten+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371171643148461778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Soo8JtmD5tI/AAAAAAAAAWk/nAruohI-4Jk/s320/kindergarten+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren and Ben are pretty lucky because they get to be together. The other little girl is named Lauren too, I can already tell she loves her classmates, and probably will be just like her mom and talk too much in class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Soo8JPIB3II/AAAAAAAAAWc/xsRmCI-EfwY/s1600-h/kindergarten+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371171634969435266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Soo8JPIB3II/AAAAAAAAAWc/xsRmCI-EfwY/s320/kindergarten+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! She is my pink princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-8807158587317455074?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/8807158587317455074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=8807158587317455074&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/8807158587317455074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/8807158587317455074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/08/sloppy-joe-sloppy-sloppy-joe-adam.html' title='&quot;seems like only yesterday we started..&quot;'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Soo8K8svZlI/AAAAAAAAAW0/I_9ESe8PQp0/s72-c/kindergarten+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-4615036523128725076</id><published>2009-08-15T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:21:44.870-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love you and Miss you'/><title type='text'>just for pops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SoeisuEyjjI/AAAAAAAAAWM/IC84RevRaWs/s1600-h/DSCN0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370439969828671026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SoeisuEyjjI/AAAAAAAAAWM/IC84RevRaWs/s320/DSCN0935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For my dad, who taught me to believe in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; by putting "Reindeer tracks," in the snow in our front yard. Who is now teaching my children about "Sparky" whom lives in his backyard in a very tiny house in the bushes.("He" is in charge of lighting my parents solar lights in their backyard. Here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thomas&lt;/span&gt; is showing Great Grandma "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sparky's&lt;/span&gt; house." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SSHHH&lt;/span&gt; you don't want to scare him, he and the tooth fairy are probably resting in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SoeisK3POXI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Vs2WuZy6OIs/s1600-h/DSCN1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370439960376588658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SoeisK3POXI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Vs2WuZy6OIs/s320/DSCN1116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for taking us all to Groundhog. And for letting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Thomas&lt;/span&gt; and Lauren play in your boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SoeirmNDI0I/AAAAAAAAAV8/fSUlGBdcqOY/s1600-h/DSCN1149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370439950535959362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SoeirmNDI0I/AAAAAAAAAV8/fSUlGBdcqOY/s320/DSCN1149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always want everyone around you to feel comfortable. I have no doubt you inherited that from your dad...hopefully I've inherited that from mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SoeirTYYQnI/AAAAAAAAAV0/hHbJE3PeLlQ/s1600-h/DSCN1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370439945483207282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SoeirTYYQnI/AAAAAAAAAV0/hHbJE3PeLlQ/s320/DSCN1188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I wanted to send a blog just for you. Not a lot of grand kids get to have a grandpa who will play with their imaginations like you. I hope to instill in my kids just how lucky they are to have you as a grandpa. The "treasure hunt," was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SoeirI1nzxI/AAAAAAAAAVs/fJsm_hPpIJc/s1600-h/DSCN1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370439942653071122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SoeirI1nzxI/AAAAAAAAAVs/fJsm_hPpIJc/s320/DSCN1165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Dad. Thank you for always being there for me, and loving me no matter what. Oh, and for being the greatest grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-4615036523128725076?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/4615036523128725076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=4615036523128725076&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/4615036523128725076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/4615036523128725076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-for-pops.html' title='just for pops'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SoeisuEyjjI/AAAAAAAAAWM/IC84RevRaWs/s72-c/DSCN0935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-5875067154040188418</id><published>2009-08-13T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:09:11.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to be continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aj&lt;/span&gt;, my nephew, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lauren&lt;/span&gt; conquered the slides!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SoTo6Ro49aI/AAAAAAAAAS8/HOX1jdTNi8E/s1600-h/DSCN0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369672743597438370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SoTo6Ro49aI/AAAAAAAAAS8/HOX1jdTNi8E/s320/DSCN0962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved getting to fish just me and my man..he got the best catch of all..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SoTo52AXcEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/OC4vpR58k8A/s1600-h/DSCN1077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369672736179712066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SoTo52AXcEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/OC4vpR58k8A/s320/DSCN1077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; I did too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SoTo5Sg-ldI/AAAAAAAAASs/TS02sHk9OLY/s1600-h/DSCN0896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369672726652818898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SoTo5Sg-ldI/AAAAAAAAASs/TS02sHk9OLY/s320/DSCN0896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;twwwoo&lt;/span&gt; love...i do believe they are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SoTo4sWfxjI/AAAAAAAAASk/crwa-5Cw9kA/s1600-h/DSCN1178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369672716408309298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SoTo4sWfxjI/AAAAAAAAASk/crwa-5Cw9kA/s320/DSCN1178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad dressed up like  a pirate and did a scavenger hunt for the kiddos. It was hilarious.Thomas was in awe, and they got to find "Gold!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SoTo4Bcfl3I/AAAAAAAAASc/5UlyW1vASP0/s1600-h/DSCN0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369672704890738546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SoTo4Bcfl3I/AAAAAAAAASc/5UlyW1vASP0/s320/DSCN0948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; at his birthday party now he's 4! Time to start wiping your own bum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-5875067154040188418?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/5875067154040188418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=5875067154040188418&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/5875067154040188418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/5875067154040188418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-be-continued.html' title='to be continued'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SoTo6Ro49aI/AAAAAAAAAS8/HOX1jdTNi8E/s72-c/DSCN0962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-740747689206553116</id><published>2009-06-23T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:28:59.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming lessons</title><content type='html'>"Man it gets cold when we get done huh." Ben says as everyone wraps towels around themselves. "When do we eat?" Thomas replies. "Mom, can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kate&lt;/span&gt; come over?" Lauren asks. Which is the question I hear everyday about every thirty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Quade&lt;/span&gt; states, "I like light "sabers."'&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SkEFv5JQvqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/CzjmPT0rz40/s1600-h/DSCN0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350564152644517538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SkEFv5JQvqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/CzjmPT0rz40/s320/DSCN0756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SkEFvrYqUMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/EyH9ra21brg/s1600-h/DSCN0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350564148951011522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SkEFvrYqUMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/EyH9ra21brg/s320/DSCN0762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile girls. "Mom, can Lauren N. come over?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SkEFvDqm_OI/AAAAAAAAAQg/s0YGabG017w/s1600-h/DSCN0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350564138288872674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SkEFvDqm_OI/AAAAAAAAAQg/s0YGabG017w/s320/DSCN0768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Lily, after this we get to go eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SkEFu2U7psI/AAAAAAAAAQY/8ghPDJ9Fkvo/s1600-h/DSCN0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350564134708291266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SkEFu2U7psI/AAAAAAAAAQY/8ghPDJ9Fkvo/s320/DSCN0757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah, it does get cold." Ben answers himself. "After I eat I want to watch lightning McQueen." Thomas exclaims.(Which is another statement I hear everyday about every three hours)&lt;br /&gt;Our days stay pretty busy, but the kids are loving learning to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-740747689206553116?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/740747689206553116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=740747689206553116&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/740747689206553116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/740747689206553116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/06/swimming-lessons.html' title='swimming lessons'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SkEFv5JQvqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/CzjmPT0rz40/s72-c/DSCN0756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-1491456191400023358</id><published>2009-06-05T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:48:29.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the last days have come'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tent livin'/><title type='text'>campin'</title><content type='html'>Having fun building a tent. My kids have the best dad ever! When it's too hot to play outside just go camping inside.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Silkq9xu9XI/AAAAAAAAAPA/nYNPgEgn_Nk/s1600-h/DSCN0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343913122152248690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Silkq9xu9XI/AAAAAAAAAPA/nYNPgEgn_Nk/s320/DSCN0703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SilkqgKancI/AAAAAAAAAO4/G-aPXGRxJC4/s1600-h/DSCN0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343913114202709442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SilkqgKancI/AAAAAAAAAO4/G-aPXGRxJC4/s320/DSCN0700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren says it is "WAY BIG." Her face doesn't show it, but she really was having fun.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SilkqSzfjHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/3vttAuEBDmU/s1600-h/DSCN0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343913110616902770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SilkqSzfjHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/3vttAuEBDmU/s320/DSCN0701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They (dad included) ran around pretending to go hunting. (animated gun sounds and all.) Gus was the bear...Mark said "Lets take him back to camp so we can eat 'em.." Then later I heard Lauren say "Dinners ready." way cute! At least she pretends to cook, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; better than her mom&lt;br /&gt;does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-1491456191400023358?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/1491456191400023358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=1491456191400023358&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/1491456191400023358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/1491456191400023358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/06/campin.html' title='campin&apos;'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Silkq9xu9XI/AAAAAAAAAPA/nYNPgEgn_Nk/s72-c/DSCN0703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-711259639599156155</id><published>2009-06-01T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:35:24.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lasik weekend'/><title type='text'>three blind mice, ok just one blind man</title><content type='html'>This weekend we went to stay the night up in phoenix because Mark got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lasik&lt;/span&gt;! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lauren&lt;/span&gt; and Thomas in pool) I said "Cheek to cheek." I guess that meant for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thomas&lt;/span&gt; to put his eyeball in her cheek!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SiRvh-jXhaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/8itu_Vbd378/s1600-h/DSCN0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342517687485957538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SiRvh-jXhaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/8itu_Vbd378/s320/DSCN0632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way home....Lauren was too tired to even finish her chips! Hence, her hand in the bag...(they should really invent a more comfortable car seat,poor bubba)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SiRvhtHcBhI/AAAAAAAAAOg/gkIQRCQNAFs/s1600-h/DSCN0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342517682805409298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SiRvhtHcBhI/AAAAAAAAAOg/gkIQRCQNAFs/s320/DSCN0649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mark after surgery...Quote from impatient husband "Its not worth it." &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SiRvhUrUtfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qqOUOx58rXA/s1600-h/DSCN0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342517676245038578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SiRvhUrUtfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qqOUOx58rXA/s320/DSCN0634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quote next day from husband.."&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; maybe it is.."&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SiRvg_wvCBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ofrfmtU1ppM/s1600-h/DSCN0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342517670630590482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SiRvg_wvCBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ofrfmtU1ppM/s320/DSCN0652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bubba&lt;/span&gt; is sticking out his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; here..very concentrated! (playing a car game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SiRvgpYin_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/4dpS2m-hk5M/s1600-h/DSCN0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342517664623534066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SiRvgpYin_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/4dpS2m-hk5M/s320/DSCN0644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun weekend and I am glad for mark that he was able to do this, and we got a little mini vacation with our cute monkeys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-711259639599156155?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/711259639599156155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=711259639599156155&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/711259639599156155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/711259639599156155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/06/three-blind-mice-ok-just-one-blind-man.html' title='three blind mice, ok just one blind man'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SiRvh-jXhaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/8itu_Vbd378/s72-c/DSCN0632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-6997175604127249858</id><published>2009-05-25T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:56:56.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the dog whisperer</title><content type='html'>Bubba reading to Trixie and I guess he thought she needed a friend, hence the rat behind "the rat." (mark calls my trixie a "rat dog" RUUUDE!)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sht1pJ5h3II/AAAAAAAAANU/pOmLlMZU4JE/s1600-h/DSCN0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339991133070154882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sht1pJ5h3II/AAAAAAAAANU/pOmLlMZU4JE/s320/DSCN0615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway he is so stinkin' cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sht1oxESj7I/AAAAAAAAANM/VH8lClGcdTU/s1600-h/DSCN0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339991126404403122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sht1oxESj7I/AAAAAAAAANM/VH8lClGcdTU/s320/DSCN0616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-6997175604127249858?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/6997175604127249858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=6997175604127249858&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6997175604127249858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6997175604127249858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/05/dog-whisperer.html' title='the dog whisperer'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sht1pJ5h3II/AAAAAAAAANU/pOmLlMZU4JE/s72-c/DSCN0615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-1157930093337636304</id><published>2009-05-16T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:18:40.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>water fun!</title><content type='html'>Yeah for water fun! Don't you guys remember doing this as a child? We didn't have a trampoline when I was young, but playing in water never got old. (I wish I had pictures of the water slipnslide you made Tom, remember? I think we were out of HS even, but that was a blast!)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sg-JREpourI/AAAAAAAAAM0/T97tlaq-F5g/s1600-h/DSCN0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336635009856486066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sg-JREpourI/AAAAAAAAAM0/T97tlaq-F5g/s320/DSCN0592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sg-JQ8QsCtI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LP0kgtpsmXI/s1600-h/DSCN0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336635007604361938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sg-JQ8QsCtI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LP0kgtpsmXI/s320/DSCN0611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thomas reminds me of my dads german shepherd, maverick, and I am not sure what Lauren is pretending to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sg-JQ8Kiu8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/r7cZ0-d6Wlo/s1600-h/DSCN0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336635007578586050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sg-JQ8Kiu8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/r7cZ0-d6Wlo/s320/DSCN0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doing some cool tricks! Its fun because the water entertained them and mark and I just got to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-1157930093337636304?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/1157930093337636304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=1157930093337636304&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/1157930093337636304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/1157930093337636304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/05/water-fun.html' title='water fun!'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sg-JREpourI/AAAAAAAAAM0/T97tlaq-F5g/s72-c/DSCN0592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-1883736955260773529</id><published>2009-05-12T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T08:54:38.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love scoohhool'/><title type='text'>T.O.T.S graduation</title><content type='html'>Lauren and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thomas&lt;/span&gt;' class getting ready to walk to their seats..&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SgmYhj2zwmI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KIBKQdepMcA/s1600-h/DSCN0536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334962935925293666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SgmYhj2zwmI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KIBKQdepMcA/s320/DSCN0536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Ben and Lauren to put their arms around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; and smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SgmYhA_IrrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/czH6IgmsmXc/s1600-h/DSCN0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334962926564978354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SgmYhA_IrrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/czH6IgmsmXc/s320/DSCN0554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quade&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thomas&lt;/span&gt; too do that too. This is as good as it got! I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;quades&lt;/span&gt; face. He loves his aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;denise&lt;/span&gt; and does not think she's annoying!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SgmYg2ofPpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bnp1A4qEYx4/s1600-h/DSCN0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334962923785633426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SgmYg2ofPpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bnp1A4qEYx4/s320/DSCN0552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren, my social butterfly with her other friend, whose name is also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lauren&lt;/span&gt; and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kate&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SgmYgrnumJI/AAAAAAAAALw/hGkxg0HzeYQ/s1600-h/DSCN0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334962920829655186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SgmYgrnumJI/AAAAAAAAALw/hGkxg0HzeYQ/s320/DSCN0578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day. Lauren let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kates&lt;/span&gt; mom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dayna&lt;/span&gt;, do her hair. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; leave the talents of hair to others. It turned out great Dayna! My daughter looked beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bc&lt;/span&gt; of you,BLOG HUG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SgmYgee2X8I/AAAAAAAAALo/nSpRm_vtkcE/s1600-h/DSCN0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334962917302755266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SgmYgee2X8I/AAAAAAAAALo/nSpRm_vtkcE/s320/DSCN0531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my little monkey will be starting kindergarten with her cousin Ben. I went to register her and I was shaking the whole time...I don't think I am ready. She is, but I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-1883736955260773529?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/1883736955260773529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=1883736955260773529&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/1883736955260773529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/1883736955260773529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/05/tots-graduation.html' title='T.O.T.S graduation'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SgmYhj2zwmI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KIBKQdepMcA/s72-c/DSCN0536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-892787841749590711</id><published>2009-04-29T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:59:33.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddos pics'/><title type='text'>my attempt</title><content type='html'>Okay, so for mothers day I was going to take pictures of Lauren and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; in their nice clothes with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lauren's&lt;/span&gt; hair all pretty and even a ribbon in it..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bytheway&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a huge step for this mom. Lauren got a new stuff dog she named Barney (She fell in love with it because of grandmas dog barney, looks just like him.)  Great Grandma was going to get a cute picture too. Well my children were not working with me! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SfiDXagMRxI/AAAAAAAAALg/Ac16eBIrdjg/s1600-h/DSCN0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330154597267556114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SfiDXagMRxI/AAAAAAAAALg/Ac16eBIrdjg/s320/DSCN0513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lauren was in a bad mood because of the sun..Thomas looks like he is in torture...barney smiled at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SfiDXIExV_I/AAAAAAAAALY/_cM8lFWTD_U/s1600-h/DSCN0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330154592320706546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SfiDXIExV_I/AAAAAAAAALY/_cM8lFWTD_U/s320/DSCN0514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure Thomas was trying to give Lauren a pep talk..."Hey just smile for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ol'lady&lt;/span&gt; and then she'll be happy.." (or he may have been describing the wonder of how mater can drive backwards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SfiDWxKHBGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/PJVkBBWtkYc/s1600-h/DSCN0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330154586169082978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SfiDWxKHBGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/PJVkBBWtkYc/s320/DSCN0525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally this was as close as I got...no barney, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Thomas&lt;/span&gt;.( I did get a pretty cute Lauren!  But man not even my ribbon I worked so hard on made it in the pic!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-892787841749590711?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/892787841749590711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=892787841749590711&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/892787841749590711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/892787841749590711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-attempt.html' title='my attempt'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SfiDXagMRxI/AAAAAAAAALg/Ac16eBIrdjg/s72-c/DSCN0513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-2897114585179133405</id><published>2009-04-20T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:36:23.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one women and a few long tongues'/><title type='text'>who you callin a rat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SezwVUtSSmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/O6W_jOe-G5M/s1600-h/DSCN0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326896708399024738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SezwVUtSSmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/O6W_jOe-G5M/s320/DSCN0446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He tries to deny the "Rat Dog," But I know he loves her! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326896711265092274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SezwVfYnArI/AAAAAAAAAKI/P_uVsOCT61s/s320/DSCN0448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then I moved the rat dog..really,I am not a jealous person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SezwVAP7fkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LbVxELNTI2M/s1600-h/DSCN0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326896702907186754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SezwVAP7fkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LbVxELNTI2M/s320/DSCN0457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for goofy faces! The camera comes on and suddenly they are full of energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SezwU9lV2YI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-066H9V0Lwc/s1600-h/DSCN0479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326896702191688066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SezwU9lV2YI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-066H9V0Lwc/s320/DSCN0479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gus, by far the best dog and I've never realized how long that thing is...or how alike my dogs and kids are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SezwUtJ9oaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/MHckAlHNgSQ/s1600-h/DSCN0483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326896697781887394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SezwUtJ9oaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/MHckAlHNgSQ/s320/DSCN0483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle, always trying to be like gus! Mom, is she not the cutest you've ever seen?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-2897114585179133405?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/2897114585179133405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=2897114585179133405&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/2897114585179133405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/2897114585179133405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-you-callin-rat.html' title='who you callin a rat!'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SezwVUtSSmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/O6W_jOe-G5M/s72-c/DSCN0446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-8397510942806406553</id><published>2009-04-13T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:35:15.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we miss you grandma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish you were here too'/><title type='text'>Easter fun!</title><content type='html'>Easter fun! The boys got to get wet and muddy! And as soon as they were clean they were at it again. Candice and I gave up, and just let them at it! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SeOSBJtvRkI/AAAAAAAAAJk/TcOAf3XCgDA/s1600-h/DSCN0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324259732967343682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SeOSBJtvRkI/AAAAAAAAAJk/TcOAf3XCgDA/s320/DSCN0437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SeOSAxvCkhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ppP4t6WBei0/s1600-h/DSCN0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324259726530351634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SeOSAxvCkhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ppP4t6WBei0/s320/DSCN0401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SeOSAk6K6TI/AAAAAAAAAJU/mSlNLnCMoFo/s1600-h/DSCN0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324259723087374642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SeOSAk6K6TI/AAAAAAAAAJU/mSlNLnCMoFo/s320/DSCN0388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thomas so proud he found one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SeOSAhsKmAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_taZDCzA3GU/s1600-h/DSCN0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324259722223327234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SeOSAhsKmAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_taZDCzA3GU/s320/DSCN0370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SeOSANkmhTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/oamdasR5WYw/s1600-h/DSCN0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324259716822893874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SeOSANkmhTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/oamdasR5WYw/s320/DSCN0366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas, Ben, and Lauren with the Bunny at their school party. 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two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-6089297934155317817</id><published>2009-04-08T14:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:26:40.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>easter week is here</title><content type='html'>How blessed we are to know the true meaning of Easter..In a world where anymore, holidays are void of Christ name even being involved. Can't hardly say "Merry &lt;strong&gt;Christ&lt;/strong&gt;mas," it has to be "Happy holidays"..and I just came home from "an egg hunt," party with the kids' school. They couldn't call it an "easter" party because heaven forbid that offend someone. These moments simply motivate me to teach my children the true meaning of why we celebrate the holidays we do. The world turns its back to the idea of Christ existence, I want to bare my testimony of Him though....I am blessed in my life to know of my saviors love for me. I am blessed because He did die for my sins, and yours, and He lives and was resurrected for everyone.  We need to believe in Christ and that we can be forgiven. I am grateful for the peace I feel because of this gospel of Jesus Christ. I would also feel ungrateful if I didn't bare testimony of the priesthood that was restored through Joseph Smith. Today, just as in days of old, the Lord does not leave us in the dark. He blesses us with a prophet to help guide us in the awful yet wonderful world we live in. In the name of Jesus Christ amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-6089297934155317817?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/6089297934155317817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=6089297934155317817&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6089297934155317817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6089297934155317817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-week-is-here.html' title='easter week is here'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-4993255174482949892</id><published>2009-03-28T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:01:17.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down set hut and smile'/><title type='text'>good times</title><content type='html'>Found some f-town pics! Actually Vanessa is helping this computer technology doofus out and loading her pics on my computer. They're going to get you uncle Tom! He's really a grown up but such a big little kid at heart! My kids are pretty blessed to have the best uncles! My Momma with her girls! Ah I miss you guys!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sc7_lwJf80I/AAAAAAAAAH8/pXSLBGp7dok/s1600-h/were+all+looking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318469234016121666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sc7_lwJf80I/AAAAAAAAAH8/pXSLBGp7dok/s320/were+all+looking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sc7_ldMXhgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sU02Y14Mud8/s1600-h/all+us+girls+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318469228927878658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sc7_ldMXhgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sU02Y14Mud8/s320/all+us+girls+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-4993255174482949892?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/4993255174482949892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=4993255174482949892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/4993255174482949892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/4993255174482949892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/03/found-some-f-town-pics-theyre-going-to.html' title='good times'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sc7_lwJf80I/AAAAAAAAAH8/pXSLBGp7dok/s72-c/were+all+looking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-56445754217950481</id><published>2009-03-27T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:12:14.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Loving it!</title><content type='html'>Thomas, AJ, Abby, and Lauren! ALL SMILES&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sc29u9kc10I/AAAAAAAAAHU/x_pWfKGL4PE/s1600-h/DSCN0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318115349493503810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sc29u9kc10I/AAAAAAAAAHU/x_pWfKGL4PE/s320/DSCN0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are having a lot of fun...I think my favorite thing is to just hear all the little laughs, Lauren is on top of the world having Abby and Aj here..thomas is happy too, but all it really takes to do that is put on Lightning McQueen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sc28mreC90I/AAAAAAAAAHM/tDjUy0aycec/s1600-h/DSCN0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318114107684222786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sc28mreC90I/AAAAAAAAAHM/tDjUy0aycec/s320/DSCN0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farmington was so much fun and having my bro come to see me with his son Aj and the best girlfriend he's ever had Vanessa and her daughter Abby is awesome! We are having fun...nothing motivates cleaning like family coming to visit...I even painted my bathrooms. Today we went horseback riding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This morning Vanessa came with me to can food at our church..took 4 hours, but it was fun. Farmngton was so nice to see family..I don't have pictures though which bums me out! My favorite time was the "Twighlight" party with my girl Amber! That rocked huh amber! Just loving having my family here..I have pictured AJ alot jumping on my trampoline and now he's here! YEAH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-56445754217950481?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/56445754217950481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=56445754217950481&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/56445754217950481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/56445754217950481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-loving-it.html' title='I&apos;m Loving it!'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/Sc29u9kc10I/AAAAAAAAAHU/x_pWfKGL4PE/s72-c/DSCN0311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-5640316621289657709</id><published>2009-03-08T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T08:57:10.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HE LOVES TO DANCE WITH THE LADAS'/><title type='text'>dancin,dancin,dance the night away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-19e5dfed33055c68" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D19e5dfed33055c68%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032045%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5230F8DEDA531F15A8AE7B349E3548FEA2913722.26F8A83440F0C527A291DFCE77A0142C2264119C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D19e5dfed33055c68%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYqcfn5W2KqWr6pjpCKFbpE3cqDw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D19e5dfed33055c68%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032045%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5230F8DEDA531F15A8AE7B349E3548FEA2913722.26F8A83440F0C527A291DFCE77A0142C2264119C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D19e5dfed33055c68%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYqcfn5W2KqWr6pjpCKFbpE3cqDw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;When Bubba does feel good, he has girls fighting over him! Thomas and Lauren and daynas girls, Kate and Lilly dancing. I love how kate shows everybody how its done! Future dance instructor huh dayna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-5640316621289657709?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=19e5dfed33055c68&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/5640316621289657709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=5640316621289657709&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/5640316621289657709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/5640316621289657709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/03/dancindancindance-night-away.html' title='dancin,dancin,dance the night away!'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-7687443199080029063</id><published>2009-03-06T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:31:55.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheers to the good life'/><title type='text'>seven more days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SbHqDFLpO6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7sWToktn5Oo/s1600-h/100_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310282774298049442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SbHqDFLpO6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7sWToktn5Oo/s320/100_0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more week mom! And my monkeys and I will be there to eat all your food! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-7687443199080029063?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/7687443199080029063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=7687443199080029063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/7687443199080029063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/7687443199080029063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/03/seven-more-days.html' title='seven more days!'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SbHqDFLpO6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7sWToktn5Oo/s72-c/100_0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-530306017123199988</id><published>2009-02-24T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:06:09.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get in my bella'/><title type='text'>when thomas discovered his belly</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ef85e2789fbbb37c" 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-5089275419840114152</id><published>2009-02-19T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T07:28:29.814-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='together forever'/><title type='text'>Through Heavenly Fathers plan...I always want to be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SZ1wVX32LsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DHzX2KqEp64/s1600-h/DSCN0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304519448600129218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SZ1wVX32LsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DHzX2KqEp64/s320/DSCN0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just love him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the temple on tues. It was amazingly sweet. Each time I go to the temple I am reminded of how important families are. I feel very blessed to have my family and the gospel of Jesus Christ in my life. I know that this church is true and I am very grateful for every part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-5089275419840114152?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/5089275419840114152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=5089275419840114152&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/5089275419840114152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/5089275419840114152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-husband-hacker.html' title='Through Heavenly Fathers plan...I always want to be...'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SZ1wVX32LsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DHzX2KqEp64/s72-c/DSCN0216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-2217211991466385045</id><published>2009-02-11T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:55:50.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll show you how daddy'/><title type='text'>wanna be like you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SZNXJ73W6zI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7AUgDUGDtyA/s1600-h/DSCN0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301677014545525554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SZNXJ73W6zI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7AUgDUGDtyA/s320/DSCN0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SZNXJjdgL8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/hVcUWCUA_Y0/s1600-h/DSCN0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301677007994630082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SZNXJjdgL8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/hVcUWCUA_Y0/s320/DSCN0208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SZNWwqqXeHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/noEbZzLMLAE/s1600-h/DSCN0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301676580430903410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SZNWwqqXeHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/noEbZzLMLAE/s320/DSCN0202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thomas was trying to help Mark fix the car and later that night while Mark did some push ups, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thomas&lt;/span&gt; decided he would do that too. And just this morning I heard Mark in the kitchen do a big Yawn, not long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;after which&lt;/span&gt; I heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thomas&lt;/span&gt; do an exaggerated loud yawn too. I think it is safe to say, Thomas wants to be like his daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-2217211991466385045?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/2217211991466385045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=2217211991466385045&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/2217211991466385045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/2217211991466385045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/02/wanna-be-like-you.html' title='wanna be like you'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SZNXJ73W6zI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7AUgDUGDtyA/s72-c/DSCN0198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-8482604601963453175</id><published>2009-02-07T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:41:55.411-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a little shirley'/><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SY48UzPE78I/AAAAAAAAAEM/AZcyhkDNkT0/s1600-h/S4300001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300240139510149058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SY48UzPE78I/AAAAAAAAAEM/AZcyhkDNkT0/s320/S4300001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren and Grandma......she is always asking ........"How much longer 'till we go to grandmas again?" And then I say "Mom, We'll see you soon!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-8482604601963453175?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/8482604601963453175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=8482604601963453175&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/8482604601963453175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/8482604601963453175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet-dreams.html' title='Sweet Dreams'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SY48UzPE78I/AAAAAAAAAEM/AZcyhkDNkT0/s72-c/S4300001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-8760643144083840593</id><published>2009-02-06T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:45:56.477-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gus and Belle'/><title type='text'>such a gentle giant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SYy9i5cN26I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oxDToYbfcLo/s1600-h/DSCN0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299819268740602786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SYy9i5cN26I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oxDToYbfcLo/s320/DSCN0181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a good boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-8760643144083840593?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/8760643144083840593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=8760643144083840593&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/8760643144083840593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/8760643144083840593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/02/such-gentle-giant.html' title='such a gentle giant'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SYy9i5cN26I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oxDToYbfcLo/s72-c/DSCN0181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-4055331996335305441</id><published>2009-02-05T19:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:28:51.788-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arizona trail boy'/><title type='text'>most recent photo just in case we need search and rescue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SYu1Uow6NMI/AAAAAAAAADc/KrPgQ5dW2Jw/s1600-h/DSCN0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299528752676091074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SYu1Uow6NMI/AAAAAAAAADc/KrPgQ5dW2Jw/s320/DSCN0183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Mark and Scott are out trying to make their own "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;survivor man&lt;/span&gt;," episode. Yes the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;moore&lt;/span&gt; boys have camped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;, and are eagle scouts, but it doesn't calm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wife's&lt;/span&gt; heart. Although, I must say he is so handsome. But if bears are hungry they don't care if you're handsome. Please come with all your loins, i mean limbs. hahaha I'm funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-4055331996335305441?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/4055331996335305441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=4055331996335305441&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/4055331996335305441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/4055331996335305441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/02/most-recent-photo-just-in-case-we-need.html' title='most recent photo just in case we need search and rescue'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SYu1Uow6NMI/AAAAAAAAADc/KrPgQ5dW2Jw/s72-c/DSCN0183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-1903461365725876782</id><published>2009-02-03T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:07:46.602-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love those floppy ears'/><title type='text'>We love 'em</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SYhqtye_MWI/AAAAAAAAACk/xJPV2vq8JMc/s1600-h/DSCN0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298602296479789410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SYhqtye_MWI/AAAAAAAAACk/xJPV2vq8JMc/s320/DSCN0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lauren and I got to get a momma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chihuahua&lt;/span&gt; and her baby. Its fun to walk with Lauren and she has her dog and I have mine. This way too, I don't have to share. I am the best example!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-1903461365725876782?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/1903461365725876782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=1903461365725876782&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/1903461365725876782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/1903461365725876782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-dear-im-becoming-one-of-those.html' title='We love &apos;em'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SYhqtye_MWI/AAAAAAAAACk/xJPV2vq8JMc/s72-c/DSCN0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-6916434020304053402</id><published>2009-02-03T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:22:10.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas says "these are my ladas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SYhnmJhLASI/AAAAAAAAACc/9AS4MxpVXMo/s1600-h/cool+kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298598866689130786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SYhnmJhLASI/AAAAAAAAACc/9AS4MxpVXMo/s320/cool+kids.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-6916434020304053402?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/6916434020304053402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=6916434020304053402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6916434020304053402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/6916434020304053402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/02/these-are-my-ladies.html' title='Thomas says &quot;these are my ladas&quot;'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SYhnmJhLASI/AAAAAAAAACc/9AS4MxpVXMo/s72-c/cool+kids.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-3428471117646926584</id><published>2009-02-03T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T07:36:17.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who said Prince charming rode a white horse</title><content type='html'>They say a way to a mans heart is through his stomach. Luckily theres other ways to Marks, because everybody knows I'm not a great cook. However, the way to my heart was simple, give me a Horse! Or at least take me horseback riding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-3428471117646926584?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/3428471117646926584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=3428471117646926584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/3428471117646926584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/3428471117646926584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-little-love-story.html' title='Who said Prince charming rode a white horse'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-5537260734899049330</id><published>2009-02-03T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T07:33:13.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I want to be a cowboy baby'/><title type='text'>YEEHAW Cowboy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SYhh3aj5gNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qA9oCBDDQsc/s1600-h/DSCN0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298592566251978962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SYhh3aj5gNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qA9oCBDDQsc/s320/DSCN0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SYhh2W5abDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pn05JIHzg0I/s1600-h/DSCN0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298592548088605746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SYhh2W5abDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pn05JIHzg0I/s320/DSCN0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-5537260734899049330?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/5537260734899049330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=5537260734899049330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/5537260734899049330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/5537260734899049330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeehaw-cowboy.html' title='YEEHAW Cowboy!'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SYhh3aj5gNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qA9oCBDDQsc/s72-c/DSCN0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322389342447307171.post-1489399306562920961</id><published>2009-02-02T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:51:42.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>strolling down blog lane</title><content type='html'>Well I am new to all of this. My friend Nicola had to show me where to even begin.Needless to say, that the blog world is still very unknown to me. (I am a slow learner) So be patient and I will try to figure out what is so wonderful about blogville.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322389342447307171-1489399306562920961?l=moore2luv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/feeds/1489399306562920961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322389342447307171&amp;postID=1489399306562920961&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/1489399306562920961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322389342447307171/posts/default/1489399306562920961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore2luv.blogspot.com/2009/02/strolling-down-blog-lane.html' title='strolling down blog lane'/><author><name>me and you plus two</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10525157961157411281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTUCqcHwU3g/SXoFBpqlEHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aY2XaXZAEK4/S220/DSC00638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
