<?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-2535710177435816615</id><updated>2012-02-11T11:29:33.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moser Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-3856372914226573173</id><published>2012-02-11T11:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T11:29:33.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are sick!&amp;nbsp; It is not fun at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alissa has been throwing up all morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brinley's tummy is hurting and she is afraid that she'll throw up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parker keeps saying he is sick, but he doesn't act like he is.&amp;nbsp; I think he is just looking for some extra attention like his sisters are getting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Roger is not sick, but he is injured.&amp;nbsp; He's been playing hockey a lot.&amp;nbsp; He hurt his shoulder during one of his first games, then he hurt the same shoulder again on Thursday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not sick, but I might as well be.&amp;nbsp; I'm feeling depressed.&amp;nbsp; I am a home body living in a house that I am disliking more and more as each day passes.&amp;nbsp; I need my comfort back.&amp;nbsp; I don't like being home in this house.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how to deal with that.&amp;nbsp; I'm a home body﻿, so&amp;nbsp;I don't love to be out and about all the time.&amp;nbsp; I love to be home, but this home is not working for me.&amp;nbsp; I don't like being here.&amp;nbsp; I feel like there is no place to go and it is miserable.&amp;nbsp; I am sooooo....&amp;nbsp; sick of washing dishes by hand.&amp;nbsp; Dishes are taking up way too much of my time!&amp;nbsp; I want to quit!&amp;nbsp; But I can't, because I love my family too much to make them live in filth.&amp;nbsp; It's just annoying!&amp;nbsp; That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've spent a big chunk of my morning looking for houses on ksl.com.&amp;nbsp; I'm trying to survive until summer, so we don't have to have the kids switch schools again.&amp;nbsp; I just don't know if I can make it that long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright!&amp;nbsp; I'm done venting.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for listening anybody out there that reads my blog.&amp;nbsp; I can't imagine that there are very many of you, but thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-3856372914226573173?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/3856372914226573173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2012/02/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/3856372914226573173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/3856372914226573173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2012/02/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-4007666788356682138</id><published>2012-02-09T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T22:41:32.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing at the Library Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today around 10:00am, Alissa called me from school.&amp;nbsp; She was crying, so it was hard to understand her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She said she was sick, so I hurried over to the school to pick her up.&amp;nbsp; When I got there, she was feeling much better, but she still wanted to come home.&amp;nbsp; she said that she was eating a hard candy and she accidentally swallowed it whole.&amp;nbsp; It was hurting her as it slowly made it's way down her throat.&amp;nbsp; Kindergarten let out while I was there getting Alissa, so I was able to get Brinley also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were invited to lunch at a Anna's house.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anna is a friend from our old neighborhood.&amp;nbsp; I was relieved&amp;nbsp;that Alissa wasn't really sick, so we could still go to lunch.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Alissa and Brinley&amp;nbsp;had a lot of fun playing with Anna's kids.&amp;nbsp; She has 3 boys ages 4 and under.&amp;nbsp; Lunch was nice.&amp;nbsp; It was good to get caught up with a friend I hadn't seen in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After lunch and some time visiting, it was time to go pick Parker up from school.&amp;nbsp; We got Parker, then we headed back to the old neighborhood.&amp;nbsp; I dropped the kids off at North Park Elementary school (their old school) so they could surprise their friend, Erin.&amp;nbsp; They waited out in the front of the school and walked home with her.&amp;nbsp; They used to walk home together all the time.&amp;nbsp; The kids were able to see a lot of old friends and it was so fun for them.&amp;nbsp; After we got Erin, the girls went with Erin's mom to Feldman's to make some copies and the boys (Parker and Erin's brother, Ben) came with me to buy a few groceries at Ridleys.&amp;nbsp; Then we all met at the library.&amp;nbsp; The kids decided they weren't interested in getting books on this trip to the library.&amp;nbsp; They would rather play on the playground outside.&amp;nbsp; It was cold, so I parked the car close to the playground and watched them play.&amp;nbsp; I took a few pictures from the car, but my phone camera won't zoom in and the kids were too far away for the camera to get a good picture of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c9f2pCKCtxM/TzSe9qXAbOI/AAAAAAAADvo/uY3O6cO-7M8/s1600/0209121602.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c9f2pCKCtxM/TzSe9qXAbOI/AAAAAAAADvo/uY3O6cO-7M8/s320/0209121602.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Parker walked over to the car to get his sling shot.&amp;nbsp; So, of course, I took his picture.&amp;nbsp; He had&amp;nbsp;his sling shot&amp;nbsp;with him, because he had taken it to school for show and tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RFPD7UdX0hc/TzSfJuQKBiI/AAAAAAAADvw/TRAEfbZUQsI/s1600/0209121606c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RFPD7UdX0hc/TzSfJuQKBiI/AAAAAAAADvw/TRAEfbZUQsI/s320/0209121606c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I realized that we had to hurry home so Roger could go to work.&amp;nbsp; I got out of the car and took a few pictures while I was telling the kids that we had to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wly00BIRAoA/TzSfZF9RWLI/AAAAAAAADv4/Rb85kSNttyY/s1600/0209121613.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wly00BIRAoA/TzSfZF9RWLI/AAAAAAAADv4/Rb85kSNttyY/s320/0209121613.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Erin, Brinley, and Alissa were playing on the slide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-TT2rgsxks/TzSf7yOZsxI/AAAAAAAADwA/ElUPoy2ipvE/s1600/0209121613a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-TT2rgsxks/TzSf7yOZsxI/AAAAAAAADwA/ElUPoy2ipvE/s320/0209121613a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Alissa, Brinley, and Parker&amp;nbsp;were not thrilled about leaving.&amp;nbsp; You can tell from Alissa's face in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2yciuxGlaNg/TzSeyBIks7I/AAAAAAAADvg/Wa6cxPCIMAc/s1600/0209121614b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2yciuxGlaNg/TzSeyBIks7I/AAAAAAAADvg/Wa6cxPCIMAc/s320/0209121614b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On This Day in History&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On this day in 2008, we were invited to a birthday party for Aytymn,&amp;nbsp;a girl that we babysat.&amp;nbsp; Her cousin was also going to be at the party celebrating his birthday.&amp;nbsp; They always bought their birthday cakes from us.&amp;nbsp; So, here are the cakes all ready to go.&amp;nbsp; It was a fun little party.&amp;nbsp; Aytymn was at our house so often that she felt like a member of&amp;nbsp;our family.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c17PsV0FTr0/TzSibxpty4I/AAAAAAAADwQ/t8U7zN0Gr5s/s1600/100_1438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c17PsV0FTr0/TzSibxpty4I/AAAAAAAADwQ/t8U7zN0Gr5s/s320/100_1438.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu489aibfYk/TzSjDj2UXbI/AAAAAAAADwY/dvuFFz7R6yg/s1600/100_1454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu489aibfYk/TzSjDj2UXbI/AAAAAAAADwY/dvuFFz7R6yg/s320/100_1454.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-4007666788356682138?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/4007666788356682138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/4007666788356682138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/4007666788356682138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title='Playing at the Library Park'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c9f2pCKCtxM/TzSe9qXAbOI/AAAAAAAADvo/uY3O6cO-7M8/s72-c/0209121602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-6423427773844548238</id><published>2012-02-08T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T20:02:40.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seatbelt Pillows and Fun With Gel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am pooped!&amp;nbsp; I do not feel very well right now and I am exhausted.&amp;nbsp; I plan to go to bed as soon as I finish this post.&amp;nbsp; I'll get the kids settled in their room, then it's off to bed I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I call these seat belt pillows.&amp;nbsp; The kids are so excited about their seat belt pillows.&amp;nbsp; The kids could hardly wait to go somewhere in the car now that the seat is nice and they have seat belt pillows.&amp;nbsp; I promised Alissa and Parker that I would pick them up from school today so they could ride in the car.&amp;nbsp; Brinley couldn't wait to go and pick them up.&amp;nbsp; She came home from school, ate lunch, then begged me to take her to get Parker and Alissa.&amp;nbsp; Since school wasn't out for them yet, we went to the store and walked around until it was time to go get them.&amp;nbsp; They all enjoyed having a pillow to ride with.&amp;nbsp; Parker was fussy when he got out of school, because he couldn't find his folder.&amp;nbsp; He calmed down a little when he got out to the car and was able to snuggle with his pillow.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We stopped at the Family dollar on our way home and bought valentines for the kids to give to their classmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dvUoyZlMMWo/TzMfANPMc4I/AAAAAAAADtY/2CichAPbRBQ/s1600/100_9192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dvUoyZlMMWo/TzMfANPMc4I/AAAAAAAADtY/2CichAPbRBQ/s320/100_9192.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Brin being a goof and showing us how her pillow works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eWQHcwWuRsI/TzMfYRhwQuI/AAAAAAAADtg/zl5CEvTNkhY/s1600/100_9195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eWQHcwWuRsI/TzMfYRhwQuI/AAAAAAAADtg/zl5CEvTNkhY/s320/100_9195.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I bought some gel at the store so we could try a little thing I saw on pinterest.&amp;nbsp; We put gel in a gallon bag, added food coloring, and taped it to the table to play with it.&amp;nbsp; I think the most fun was mixing the colors in.&amp;nbsp; After that was done, Parker and Brinley removed the tape and had fun squishing it in their hands.&amp;nbsp; Then we decided to add some glitter and beads.&amp;nbsp; They had fun mixing that in also.&amp;nbsp; Parker and Brinley added some beads in theirs also.&amp;nbsp; We had fun.&amp;nbsp; Parker and Brinley are storing theirs in the refrigerator to use as a cold pack when they get hurt.&amp;nbsp; Alissa wanted hers to stay out so she can still play with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9cQE2r1BoIg/TzMgDYglCbI/AAAAAAAADtw/dPm35ccmrTk/s1600/100_9197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9cQE2r1BoIg/TzMgDYglCbI/AAAAAAAADtw/dPm35ccmrTk/s320/100_9197.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RMaWkQzJme8/TzMgUGh4weI/AAAAAAAADt4/8tk0xwevo04/s1600/100_9198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RMaWkQzJme8/TzMgUGh4weI/AAAAAAAADt4/8tk0xwevo04/s320/100_9198.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zyxGrPSTmjw/TzMglRzWWDI/AAAAAAAADuA/3tWHnaN7Lmo/s1600/100_9201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zyxGrPSTmjw/TzMglRzWWDI/AAAAAAAADuA/3tWHnaN7Lmo/s320/100_9201.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HvBMTIweKrQ/TzMg1_CR_XI/AAAAAAAADuI/zt-nT5AUmlA/s1600/100_9203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HvBMTIweKrQ/TzMg1_CR_XI/AAAAAAAADuI/zt-nT5AUmlA/s320/100_9203.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On This Day in History&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These pictures were taken in 2006.&amp;nbsp; We were in Salt Lake visiting with family.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;These pictures were taken at Linda's house. &amp;nbsp;Parker and Alissa are jumping on the trampoline with their cousins, Kristin and Kiara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lRjO9lEYYCA/TzMherB8m8I/AAAAAAAADuY/uL22fspPsNU/s1600/100_4415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lRjO9lEYYCA/TzMherB8m8I/AAAAAAAADuY/uL22fspPsNU/s320/100_4415.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iaPgH9GAAZQ/TzMhK8jai8I/AAAAAAAADuQ/pirfpA454_U/s1600/100_4410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iaPgH9GAAZQ/TzMhK8jai8I/AAAAAAAADuQ/pirfpA454_U/s320/100_4410.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These pictures were taken on this day in 2007.&amp;nbsp; I took a lot of pictures of the kids taking a bath.&amp;nbsp; This first picture is of Alissa and I.&amp;nbsp; This is before they got in the bath.&amp;nbsp; My hair is always so pretty!&amp;nbsp; I just get so busy with the kids and the house that I don't have a lot of time to pretty myself up.&amp;nbsp; Prettying myself up has never been a priority of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oJSEmT7_RD4/TzMjkecfb2I/AAAAAAAADug/KqJCwD5buoo/s1600/100_7634.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oJSEmT7_RD4/TzMjkecfb2I/AAAAAAAADug/KqJCwD5buoo/s320/100_7634.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some pictures of my little one year old, Brinley.  She is sooo.. cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoQekQzw-f4/TzMj5kg736I/AAAAAAAADuo/qV_gbNsIJ3Q/s1600/100_7639.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoQekQzw-f4/TzMj5kg736I/AAAAAAAADuo/qV_gbNsIJ3Q/s320/100_7639.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5sYjdmSyFk/TzMkTQfNCBI/AAAAAAAADuw/jgrOZarcTAA/s1600/100_7652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5sYjdmSyFk/TzMkTQfNCBI/AAAAAAAADuw/jgrOZarcTAA/s320/100_7652.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parker always loved to pour water over his head when he would take a bath.&amp;nbsp; I always thought he was so crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N_0QWgrsRQ4/TzMk5RSO4cI/AAAAAAAADu4/iom0RTa3Na0/s1600/100_7650.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N_0QWgrsRQ4/TzMk5RSO4cI/AAAAAAAADu4/iom0RTa3Na0/s320/100_7650.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kFGDhWOPo6Y/TzMnh3bfMoI/AAAAAAAADvI/EXj2aiZkCdA/s1600/100_7647.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kFGDhWOPo6Y/TzMnh3bfMoI/AAAAAAAADvI/EXj2aiZkCdA/s320/100_7647.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here's the kiddos all together in the tub.&amp;nbsp; I miss those days when all it took was one bath and all the kids were clean.&amp;nbsp; I especially miss it now since we run out of hot water so quickly.&amp;nbsp; Now, I fill the bath tub up and send them in one at a time to take a quick bath, so the water won't be cold for the next person.&amp;nbsp; I'm not a fan of that.&amp;nbsp; We need to move ASAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsxubdeXyf4/TzMnxfGoEFI/AAAAAAAADvQ/Y0_KcL8Isys/s1600/100_7670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsxubdeXyf4/TzMnxfGoEFI/AAAAAAAADvQ/Y0_KcL8Isys/s320/100_7670.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't remember how Alissa hurt her back, but I took a picture of it.&amp;nbsp; It looks pretty painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IKqwoKjL68Q/TzMoL888DBI/AAAAAAAADvY/jx5DLcWISI4/s1600/100_7674.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IKqwoKjL68Q/TzMoL888DBI/AAAAAAAADvY/jx5DLcWISI4/s320/100_7674.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-6423427773844548238?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/6423427773844548238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2012/02/seatbelt-pillows-and-pinterest-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/6423427773844548238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/6423427773844548238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2012/02/seatbelt-pillows-and-pinterest-fun.html' title='Seatbelt Pillows and Fun With Gel'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dvUoyZlMMWo/TzMfANPMc4I/AAAAAAAADtY/2CichAPbRBQ/s72-c/100_9192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-6698683480700987924</id><published>2012-02-08T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T01:38:26.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Made The Car Look Nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I usually get my computer time after the kids are in bed.&amp;nbsp; On the days when Roger doesn't work, I don't have computer time because I would rather have roger time.&amp;nbsp; That means each week I will&amp;nbsp;write a&amp;nbsp;long post to catch up on what&amp;nbsp;you missed out&amp;nbsp;on over the weekend, because I know you care.&amp;nbsp; Haha :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday - February 7, 2012&lt;/strong&gt; -&amp;nbsp; Today my big focus was fixing up the car.&amp;nbsp; We have an old yucky car and I haven't had a chance to clean it and make it comfortable yet, until today.&amp;nbsp; After the kids left to school, I headed out to start cleaning.&amp;nbsp; I was surprised when I walked out the door and saw a ton of sheep being herded down the road.&amp;nbsp; There were so many of them!&amp;nbsp; So I took some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BfmHL_voP9E/TzH81ZX_xEI/AAAAAAAADoY/BVqHkF5b1dk/s1600/100_9173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BfmHL_voP9E/TzH81ZX_xEI/AAAAAAAADoY/BVqHkF5b1dk/s320/100_9173.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This line of sheep was at least a mile long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9oCy20d5oio/TzH9DLNJGdI/AAAAAAAADog/ZbnTf6lmEXI/s1600/100_9179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9oCy20d5oio/TzH9DLNJGdI/AAAAAAAADog/ZbnTf6lmEXI/s320/100_9179.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So here's the before pictures of our yucky car,&amp;nbsp; The kids hated riding in this.&amp;nbsp; The first time they got in the car, they asked, "Mommy, do we have to put our heads back?"&amp;nbsp; They were so grossed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ciAhexJwYjs/TzH9d3HonPI/AAAAAAAADoo/vKRc8yrX1Gk/s1600/100_9180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ciAhexJwYjs/TzH9d3HonPI/AAAAAAAADoo/vKRc8yrX1Gk/s320/100_9180.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I made a cover for the back seat.&amp;nbsp; I also made some pillows that fit over the seat belt.&amp;nbsp; I don't have pictures of them.&amp;nbsp; I will finish all the car stuff tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I spent forever scrubbing every inch of the inside of the car.&amp;nbsp; It is now a very clean car.&amp;nbsp; Which is so nice.&amp;nbsp; After I finished the seat cover, Brinley started begging for me to take her some where.&amp;nbsp; She said that she really wanted to go for a drive.&amp;nbsp; Parker and Alissa said the same thing.&amp;nbsp; They both asked to go for a drive also.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad that the kids will be comfortable now.&amp;nbsp; We didn't get to go for a drive because Roger had to take the car to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-feDho4TM_cM/TzH9rk17_yI/AAAAAAAADow/xydxIH1ISig/s1600/100_9188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-feDho4TM_cM/TzH9rk17_yI/AAAAAAAADow/xydxIH1ISig/s320/100_9188.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-svPlXVv75WY/TzH-HAedsOI/AAAAAAAADo4/5g4EPW5KY30/s1600/100_9189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-svPlXVv75WY/TzH-HAedsOI/AAAAAAAADo4/5g4EPW5KY30/s320/100_9189.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Day in History&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These pictures were taken in 2006.&amp;nbsp; Brinley is almost 4 months old.&amp;nbsp; Parker is 20 months old.&amp;nbsp; Alissa is 3 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nzP3TgAOCcU/TzIgkXsQPgI/AAAAAAAADqA/i3XDL15_Tkg/s1600/100_4398.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nzP3TgAOCcU/TzIgkXsQPgI/AAAAAAAADqA/i3XDL15_Tkg/s320/100_4398.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I remember Alissa loved to wear her princess crown.&amp;nbsp; She loved everything princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lX8o8mD3oBc/TzIgvkwcgQI/AAAAAAAADqI/4d_6PfY8ihs/s1600/100_4401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lX8o8mD3oBc/TzIgvkwcgQI/AAAAAAAADqI/4d_6PfY8ihs/s320/100_4401.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CP6sKj8FmR4/TzIg9z1F1oI/AAAAAAAADqQ/FeNyjxpbQ34/s1600/100_4403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CP6sKj8FmR4/TzIg9z1F1oI/AAAAAAAADqQ/FeNyjxpbQ34/s320/100_4403.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oVnleRnF4l0/TzIhSkD_LPI/AAAAAAAADqY/xbk14GUaET0/s1600/100_4407.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oVnleRnF4l0/TzIhSkD_LPI/AAAAAAAADqY/xbk14GUaET0/s320/100_4407.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These pictures were taken in 2007.&amp;nbsp; I bought a bunch of wigs after Halloween.&amp;nbsp; We had a lot of fun playing with them.&amp;nbsp; Brinley is 16 months old.&amp;nbsp; Parker is 2 years old.&amp;nbsp; Alissa is 4 years old.&amp;nbsp; The girl in the green pants is their friend, shahaley.&amp;nbsp; She is 5 years old.&amp;nbsp; I used to babysit her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-crwhDiVAjYg/TzIjAAcA6yI/AAAAAAAADqg/b4EMtFX55S0/s1600/100_7608.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-crwhDiVAjYg/TzIjAAcA6yI/AAAAAAAADqg/b4EMtFX55S0/s320/100_7608.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are so funny with their wigs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-0DLJy5weQ/TzIjUo6mNOI/AAAAAAAADqo/qMJBPTzXaAg/s1600/100_7616.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-0DLJy5weQ/TzIjUo6mNOI/AAAAAAAADqo/qMJBPTzXaAg/s320/100_7616.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5UojuBvfFVA/TzIjmNTjstI/AAAAAAAADqw/MSvWI3wXFW4/s1600/100_7618.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5UojuBvfFVA/TzIjmNTjstI/AAAAAAAADqw/MSvWI3wXFW4/s320/100_7618.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H_Dh8VKX5RQ/TzIj04Y5ntI/AAAAAAAADq4/_d6f8Ff-m6Y/s1600/100_7623.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H_Dh8VKX5RQ/TzIj04Y5ntI/AAAAAAAADq4/_d6f8Ff-m6Y/s320/100_7623.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cute little Brinley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOOswtYwwqE/TzIj_eMSJfI/AAAAAAAADq8/rtEraT0npM8/s1600/100_7628.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOOswtYwwqE/TzIj_eMSJfI/AAAAAAAADq8/rtEraT0npM8/s320/100_7628.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday - February 6, 2012 &lt;/strong&gt;-  The kids were excited to go to school.  I love when that happens.  They aren't usually excited about school.  Parker was excited because they were having their 100 day party.  Brinley was excited because she's in kindergarten and still loves school.  I can't remember why Alissa was excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Roger and I spent the morning running errands.  We payed some bills then I convinced Roger to look at some houses and townhouses with me.  I really want to move somewhere that has a dishwasher and more people around.  We didn't find anything.  I'm being really choosy because I don't want to have to move again anytime soon after our next move.  We plan to rent for 4 - 5 more years and then we'll look for a house to buy.  So I'm trying to find a house that is cheap, has a dishwasher, in a nice neighborhood, has a nice yard (Roger prefers a yard that he doesn't have to take care of), is close to the kids' school and possibly a park.  I don't know if we'll be able to find what we're looking for.  I'm going to keep looking and praying until we do.  We want to move out of this house in the summer.  That way we'll be all situated before the kids start school next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On this Day in History&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On this day in 2002, I was pregnant and had a little scare.  So I scheduled an appointment to make sure everything was okay.  I was only 2 months into my pregnancy.  They asked me to come to the hospital with a full bladder.  My friends Jenny Springman and Regan Cowley had come to hang out, so they came with me to my appointment.  My bladder was so full.  I was so uncomfortable and I felt sure that I was going to wet myself.  Jenny and Regan were being funny and that did not help.  Roger had to work so he was not there with us.  I remember on the drive to the hospital, Jenny and Regan were making fun of how small Brigham City (where I was living at the time) was.  They joked about how there were only like 4 stop lights.  I agreed with them.  I thought Brigham City was ridiculously small.  If only I'd known what the future held for me.  I didn't think a town could get any smaller than Brigham.  I was corrected when I moved to Tremonton.  I laughed about how Tremonton only had 2 stop lights.  While they were living there, they got 2 more! Now we live in Penrose where there are no stop lights.  anyway... back to what I was talking about.  When we got to the hospital, I had to pee so bad, I could hardly walk.  They saw how uncomfortable I was and decided to do the ultra sound another way.  So all that struggling to make sure I had a full bladder was for nothing.  They did the ultra sound and let me know that everything was okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sDOhrIVlDn4/TzIbtqFeSaI/AAAAAAAADp4/y4QOUArVcSI/s1600/february+6+2002+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sDOhrIVlDn4/TzIbtqFeSaI/AAAAAAAADp4/y4QOUArVcSI/s320/february+6+2002+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;February 5, 2012&lt;/strong&gt; - On Sunday I tried the weave hairstyle on Alissa.  She loved the way it looked and she loved all the attention she got because of it.  I styled her hair with the weave again today and on Monday I put a bunch of different size little braids into two bigger braids.  She usually just wants to wear her hair down.  Tonight she asked me if I would do another cute hairstyle tomorrow.    She said that she loves all of the attention she gets when I style her hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9nokMvg54sM/TzH8dTXjNFI/AAAAAAAADoQ/xLamoM9TYQ0/s1600/100_9171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9nokMvg54sM/TzH8dTXjNFI/AAAAAAAADoQ/xLamoM9TYQ0/s320/100_9171.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After church was over, the kids begged me to let them play on the playground.  There is a playground at the church and they have not had a chance to play on it yet.  So, I gave in.  I sat in the car and took pictures while they played for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I told Parker to let me take his picture and he started making funny faces.  That's why the weird expression in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QEIR8w_4FlE/TzIG29L5aHI/AAAAAAAADpI/jG1VouVNdVY/s1600/20120205_161432.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QEIR8w_4FlE/TzIG29L5aHI/AAAAAAAADpI/jG1VouVNdVY/s320/20120205_161432.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RG_i_5VawLM/TzIHgRrTYjI/AAAAAAAADpQ/iXh_sWOpEJ0/s1600/20120205_161736.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RG_i_5VawLM/TzIHgRrTYjI/AAAAAAAADpQ/iXh_sWOpEJ0/s320/20120205_161736.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3s_ECCDz1ZM/TzIJ2pRBXTI/AAAAAAAADpg/vMkAKr20gNs/s1600/20120205_162249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3s_ECCDz1ZM/TzIJ2pRBXTI/AAAAAAAADpg/vMkAKr20gNs/s320/20120205_162249.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I took some pictures when the kids climbed into the car after they finished playing.  I like taking pictures with the tablet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Halkjmm395w/TzIP1_nRi7I/AAAAAAAADpo/QB2lC-yuXBw/s1600/20120205_162413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Halkjmm395w/TzIP1_nRi7I/AAAAAAAADpo/QB2lC-yuXBw/s320/20120205_162413.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dLEtRn4KqLs/TzIQKf_tYJI/AAAAAAAADpw/dBkW1ygdSZI/s1600/20120205_162442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dLEtRn4KqLs/TzIQKf_tYJI/AAAAAAAADpw/dBkW1ygdSZI/s320/20120205_162442.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These pictures were taken in 2011.&amp;nbsp; My niece, Missy came for a visit.&amp;nbsp; While she was here, I learned how to make a ghost video on my movie making program.&amp;nbsp; So we set up to make a ghost video.&amp;nbsp; In the our movie, Alissa will be jumping on the couch and playing around.&amp;nbsp; Then she will fall off.&amp;nbsp; She lays on the ground like she is dead.&amp;nbsp; I use the ghost technique to make it look like she come out of her body.&amp;nbsp; She is surprised to see her body laying on the ground.&amp;nbsp; She runs over to Parker and Brinley, who are having a tea party, and tries to get their attention, but they can't hear her because she is a ghost.&amp;nbsp; Then she acts like she is being pulled back to her body.&amp;nbsp; She lays back down and then wakes up.&amp;nbsp; It's like she died and then came back to life.&amp;nbsp; It was a cool video.&amp;nbsp; It took a long time for me to put it together.&amp;nbsp; I no longer have that video due to my old computer breaking and losing it.&amp;nbsp; I'll have to make a new ghost video.&amp;nbsp; I forgot about that.&amp;nbsp; We had a lot of fun making ghost videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pKoZV7Ubh88/TzImEyZvvlI/AAAAAAAADrI/BXTPRBIVrgo/s1600/100_3135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pKoZV7Ubh88/TzImEyZvvlI/AAAAAAAADrI/BXTPRBIVrgo/s320/100_3135.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Brinley and her friend, Sage.&amp;nbsp; I used to babysit Sage.&amp;nbsp; She was a very nice girl.&amp;nbsp; I miss the kids that I used to babysit.&amp;nbsp; I feel bad that we don't get to see any of them anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B8anqp3547Y/TzIncyur-wI/AAAAAAAADrY/sWkIMEkq4CQ/s1600/100_3152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B8anqp3547Y/TzIncyur-wI/AAAAAAAADrY/sWkIMEkq4CQ/s320/100_3152.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday - February 4, 2012&lt;/strong&gt; - We went ice skating with the Waite family (Roger and Tyson Waite were mission companions).  I took some pictures but I can't post them.  I used Roger's phone and my phone to take a few pictures.  Roger's phone is at work with him, that's why I can't post those pictures.  The reason I can't post the pictures taken with my phone is that I can't find my charger and the cord to connect it to the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a lot of fun.  Not so much fun ice skating, but hanging out with the Waites and going to eat pizza afterward.  We went to the Ogden ice skating rink.  Roger loves skating there.  The rental skates were horrible.  I had a hard time skating in them, but it didn't matter because Brinley was too afraid to skate without the little walker looking things that help her to not fall.  They didn't have any at the Ogden rink.  So I spent all of my time with Brinley.  We went around 2 times, then we took off our skates and watched everybody skate.  Parker also quit skating when Brinley and I did.  I think Brinley and Parker had the most fun playing around on the seats while we were watching everybody skate.  We had a lot of fun visiting while we ate pizza.  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text-align: center;"&gt;We are sleeping in the kitchen tonight!&amp;nbsp; On the weekends the kids like to sleep in the living room so they can watch TV while they go to sleep.&amp;nbsp; The living room is small and can only fit two mattresses, so one of the kids has to sleep on the couch.&amp;nbsp; They don't love that.&amp;nbsp; The kids wanted to watch 'Wipeout' while they went to sleep tonight.&amp;nbsp; The only way they could watch 'Wipeout' is if we watch it on our computer.&amp;nbsp; Since the computer is in the kitchen, we decided to sleep in the kitchen tonight.&amp;nbsp; The kitchen fits all three of their mattresses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oAYQ4fmRfMY/Tyysu3mB0yI/AAAAAAAADno/8_Vdzc2N3z4/s1600/100_9163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oAYQ4fmRfMY/Tyysu3mB0yI/AAAAAAAADno/8_Vdzc2N3z4/s320/100_9163.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brinley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hO8v15oQvhk/Tyys4GPQuTI/AAAAAAAADnw/BzsppY15tc8/s1600/100_9166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hO8v15oQvhk/Tyys4GPQuTI/AAAAAAAADnw/BzsppY15tc8/s320/100_9166.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alissa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nwZkKHJs0rs/TyytJu8Sw9I/AAAAAAAADn4/pLehvcchz5k/s1600/100_9167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nwZkKHJs0rs/TyytJu8Sw9I/AAAAAAAADn4/pLehvcchz5k/s320/100_9167.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Parker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-odeXuuQFi1o/TyytT9b_LXI/AAAAAAAADoA/0fYMoO0Pquw/s1600/100_9168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-odeXuuQFi1o/TyytT9b_LXI/AAAAAAAADoA/0fYMoO0Pquw/s320/100_9168.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gjshP-GWoyM/TyytgnjAB4I/AAAAAAAADoI/mrJnQUT8zcA/s1600/100_9170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gjshP-GWoyM/TyytgnjAB4I/AAAAAAAADoI/mrJnQUT8zcA/s320/100_9170.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the orientation at Steven Henager College.&amp;nbsp; I expected to hear that their was some kind of a catch.&amp;nbsp; I didn't really believe that they would be offering classes for free.&amp;nbsp; But I was wrong!&amp;nbsp; They really are offering some courses for free!&amp;nbsp; I had to take a short test, to qualify to be in the class.&amp;nbsp; I passed the test and my classes start on March 12th.&amp;nbsp; So, I will be taking the CNA course for free.&amp;nbsp; They pay for any books or supplies that I will need and they even pay for my certificate from the state at the end.&amp;nbsp; You don't get to keep the books, you are basically just borrowing them while you take the class.&amp;nbsp; They said they are offering these free courses as a way to get their name out there.&amp;nbsp; They want us to tell our friends and family about how great our experience was and what a great school they are.&amp;nbsp; You are only allowed to take one free course from them.&amp;nbsp; I'm really excited that I get to take the CNA class for free!&amp;nbsp; I'm glad I learned about Stevens Henager College before I signed up and paid for the course at Bridgerland.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On This Day in History&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2007, My nieces, Becca and Missy came to stay for a few days.&amp;nbsp; We put on funny wigs and karaoke.&amp;nbsp; It was good fun!&amp;nbsp; We always do dorky things when they come over.&amp;nbsp; Here is Brinley sporting one of our wigs.&amp;nbsp; Brinley is 16 months old in this picture.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l6TIVv56NrI/TzIsZIi1D_I/AAAAAAAADrg/PEiWT8QTDlE/s1600/100_7548.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l6TIVv56NrI/TzIsZIi1D_I/AAAAAAAADrg/PEiWT8QTDlE/s320/100_7548.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is Parker, sporting the same wig.&amp;nbsp; He is 2 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o9zw8ZP_fuE/TzIsn2roNZI/AAAAAAAADro/WS5EBs8_UDc/s1600/100_7556.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o9zw8ZP_fuE/TzIsn2roNZI/AAAAAAAADro/WS5EBs8_UDc/s320/100_7556.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm a dork!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5YWr2EHv2Tc/TzIs0x4TVXI/AAAAAAAADrw/_yOBRbg1IEU/s1600/100_7558.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5YWr2EHv2Tc/TzIs0x4TVXI/AAAAAAAADrw/_yOBRbg1IEU/s320/100_7558.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Becca with a lovely wig on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ICdU-piqZ8/TzItHNeJh8I/AAAAAAAADr4/zS_BmNQubSk/s1600/100_7562.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ICdU-piqZ8/TzItHNeJh8I/AAAAAAAADr4/zS_BmNQubSk/s320/100_7562.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alissa is 4 years old and sporting the same wig as her siblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tETSkfiyojQ/TzItXFU9k4I/AAAAAAAADsA/OU6l43S0Kds/s1600/100_7563.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tETSkfiyojQ/TzItXFU9k4I/AAAAAAAADsA/OU6l43S0Kds/s320/100_7563.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is Alissa with a pretty long blond wig, singing a song for us.&amp;nbsp; She liked to sing 'Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star', so I'm pretty sure that is the song that she is singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SoIjbaSfWtY/TzItte2mIJI/AAAAAAAADsI/-rM9jhRHUTU/s1600/100_7591.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SoIjbaSfWtY/TzItte2mIJI/AAAAAAAADsI/-rM9jhRHUTU/s320/100_7591.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Missy, wearing a super stylin' black and red wig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-umDk1KQ8Qy8/TzIt-Cj4n8I/AAAAAAAADsQ/W7fLc3Zdkrs/s1600/100_7596.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-umDk1KQ8Qy8/TzIt-Cj4n8I/AAAAAAAADsQ/W7fLc3Zdkrs/s320/100_7596.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These pictures were taken in 2008.&amp;nbsp; There is so much snow!&amp;nbsp; It is so fun.&amp;nbsp; I love it when we get a ton of snow!&amp;nbsp; That is the best kind of winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R60o86qdL6w/TzIw4D9EzTI/AAAAAAAADsY/3jwizL-MvpE/s1600/100_1411.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R60o86qdL6w/TzIw4D9EzTI/AAAAAAAADsY/3jwizL-MvpE/s320/100_1411.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNVZ_0ycdI8/TzIxEzsze_I/AAAAAAAADsg/faXMHoFVktQ/s1600/100_1412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNVZ_0ycdI8/TzIxEzsze_I/AAAAAAAADsg/faXMHoFVktQ/s320/100_1412.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5REgY_UFCTc/TzIxQ7L8D3I/AAAAAAAADso/68PaWdeTYRQ/s1600/100_1413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5REgY_UFCTc/TzIxQ7L8D3I/AAAAAAAADso/68PaWdeTYRQ/s320/100_1413.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brinley never likes to play out in the snow for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-54h2spGuIQE/TzIxfjz5l2I/AAAAAAAADsw/wTCrk0inlVI/s1600/100_1419.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-54h2spGuIQE/TzIxfjz5l2I/AAAAAAAADsw/wTCrk0inlVI/s320/100_1419.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qtBOuaqfXo/TzIxsHQxMcI/AAAAAAAADs4/Zc-2Z0JvmKM/s1600/100_1420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qtBOuaqfXo/TzIxsHQxMcI/AAAAAAAADs4/Zc-2Z0JvmKM/s320/100_1420.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G5F2wDgTOdA/TzIx-aAwD4I/AAAAAAAADtA/KXaXNP5SkiU/s1600/100_1426.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G5F2wDgTOdA/TzIx-aAwD4I/AAAAAAAADtA/KXaXNP5SkiU/s320/100_1426.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I took this so you could see that the snow is up to my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vHiIwT3ASsA/TzIyMjYkTjI/AAAAAAAADtI/N7yLq0H04Kc/s1600/100_1432.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vHiIwT3ASsA/TzIyMjYkTjI/AAAAAAAADtI/N7yLq0H04Kc/s320/100_1432.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1bm67Y2vew/TzIyXJGNmeI/AAAAAAAADtQ/IBTF6abRtoE/s1600/100_1434.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1bm67Y2vew/TzIyXJGNmeI/AAAAAAAADtQ/IBTF6abRtoE/s320/100_1434.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2535710177435816615-2225559939620290134?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/2225559939620290134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2012/02/sleeping-in-kitchen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/2225559939620290134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/2225559939620290134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2012/02/sleeping-in-kitchen.html' title='Sleeping in the Kitchen'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oAYQ4fmRfMY/Tyysu3mB0yI/AAAAAAAADno/8_Vdzc2N3z4/s72-c/100_9163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-905459866868746666</id><published>2012-02-02T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T22:27:32.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent Teacher Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't get a lot of sleep last night.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A friend, who&amp;nbsp;was having a hard time, called at 3:50am.&amp;nbsp; She was having a panic attack and didn't know who she could call or what to do.&amp;nbsp; She came over and we talked for a while.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if I did any good, but I know it always helps me to have somebody there and someone to talk to.&amp;nbsp; So, I didn't get a lot of sleep last night.&amp;nbsp; I spent most of the day trying to get some sleep, but it didn't happen.&amp;nbsp; I had to get somethings done before I could go back to bed.&amp;nbsp; Every time, that I had a chance to sleep, something would happen to keep me from sleeping.&amp;nbsp; Being tired and not being able to sleep gave me a headache.&amp;nbsp; So, I had a headache when we went to parent teacher conferences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was not looking forward to Parent Teacher Conferences.&amp;nbsp; We did not have very many good experiences at North Park Elementary school.&amp;nbsp; I always left parent teacher conferences feeling like such a bad parent.&amp;nbsp; It was so bad that last year, I couldn't bring myself to go to parent teacher conferences at all.&amp;nbsp; I felt guilty everyday for sending my kids to a place that I refused to go myself.&amp;nbsp; I don't like confrontation and ugly uncomfortable situations and I avoid them at all cost.&amp;nbsp; If I went to their school, I would have run in to one or more of the teachers or&amp;nbsp;principal that seemed to enjoy those kind of uncomfortable situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Garland school that the kids are going to now, is completely different.&amp;nbsp; Parent teacher conference was such a different experience.&amp;nbsp; I left the school feeling happy and so proud of my smart children.&amp;nbsp; It is so nice to have a positive experience at the kids' school!&amp;nbsp; I'm so glad to know that the kids' school experience&amp;nbsp;can be a positive fun experience.&amp;nbsp; I had been wondering how in the world we were going to survive&amp;nbsp;this whole school experience.&amp;nbsp; It's really hard as a parent to send your kids out in to the world.&amp;nbsp; It's even harder when the place you are sending them to is such a miserable place that you can't even stand to go there yourself.&amp;nbsp; I had started questioning if I was the one making this whole school experience much harder than it had to be.&amp;nbsp; I had been feeling pretty guilty and frustrated about it.&amp;nbsp; I didn't know what I could do to make it better and to make it so I felt more comfortable at the school and would be able to help out and be more involved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway...&amp;nbsp; I'm just glad to know that it was the school and not me.&amp;nbsp; Things are so wonderful at this school.&amp;nbsp; The teachers that I've met and the principal are so wonderful.&amp;nbsp; Yay!&amp;nbsp; I can be a good mom and get more involved at the kids' school!&amp;nbsp; It feels so good to know that this is not a problem anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After parent teacher conferences, roger had to hurry to work.&amp;nbsp; He ended up being late.&amp;nbsp; The kids ran outside to play and I was finally able to take a nap.&amp;nbsp; I'm looking forward to finding out if the Steven Henager college thing is true.&amp;nbsp; I really hope that I will be able to take the CNA course for free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-905459866868746666?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/905459866868746666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2012/02/parent-teacher-conference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/905459866868746666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/905459866868746666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2012/02/parent-teacher-conference.html' title='Parent Teacher Conference'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-6933063496770340707</id><published>2012-02-01T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T22:41:02.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids had their friends over today and they all did a wonderful job of destroying the house.&amp;nbsp; They usaully spend all of their time outside, but there is so much mud out there that they had to stay in.&amp;nbsp; They went out for a little bit, but there weren't very many places that they could play without getting in the mud.&amp;nbsp; This house is pretty small so it takes no time at all to make it a mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess it wasn't really that busy of a day.&amp;nbsp; It just feels like it because the end of the day was so hectic.&amp;nbsp; When you live in the middle of nowhere and your kids invite a friend over, the friend ends up staying at your house much longer than they would if they lived close by, because it is such a long drive to get here, so they have to stay for a long time to make it worth all the driving, I guess.&amp;nbsp; So, It was about 7:30pm before all the friends had gone home.&amp;nbsp; Then we had to team work and get the house clean so we could go to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Roger got of off work early this morning.&amp;nbsp; Instead of getting home around 6:15am&amp;nbsp; he came home around 1:30 or 2:00am.&amp;nbsp; That was nice.&amp;nbsp; ﻿Since he came home and went to bed earlier, he was able to wake up earlier.&amp;nbsp; He woke up at 11:00am.&amp;nbsp; It was a nice surprise to be able to spend some time with him today.&amp;nbsp; We usually only get to enjoy eachother's company for 2-3 hours on the days he works.&amp;nbsp; He usually sleeps until 2:00 or 3:00pm, then leaves to work at 5:00pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alissa had a good day.&amp;nbsp; One of her friends from her old school, switched schools and is now going to the Garland school also.&amp;nbsp; Alissa said she was sitting in class and the teacher announced that there was a new student.&amp;nbsp; She was excited that she wasn't going to be the new kid in class anymore.&amp;nbsp; Then her friend, chanelle, walked in and Alissa was so excited that she jumped out of her seat and said, "chanelle!"&amp;nbsp; Then Alissa was felt a little embarrassed and her face went bright red.&amp;nbsp; The boy sitting next to her said, "Why is your face so red?"&amp;nbsp; Alissa said, "I don't know, I guess it just does that when I'm excited."&amp;nbsp; Atleast, that's what Alissa told me they said.&amp;nbsp; She was so excited and talkative after school today.&amp;nbsp; It was funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parker was excited that he got to go to computers today.&amp;nbsp; He said that he got to sit by Gunner, but then the teacher made Gunner move to a different seat.&amp;nbsp; I asked Parker why and he said, "I just can't stop myself from talking to him."&amp;nbsp; I thought it was cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a hard time understanding Brinley when she told me about her day.&amp;nbsp; She was in such a goofy mood and she was being so funny when she was talking to me, but it made it really hard to understand what she was saying.&amp;nbsp; She was happy, though, so I know she had a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today while I folded the laundry, I turned on the TV and there was a comercial for Steven's Henager College and it said that they are offering some of their classes for free.&amp;nbsp; I've been saving up so I can take a CNA class, but I don't have the money yet.&amp;nbsp; The CNA class is one of the classes that they were offering for free.&amp;nbsp; I called to find out if they were offering it at their Logan campus, and they are!&amp;nbsp; I have a hard time believing that it is really free.&amp;nbsp; I'm going in for an orientation on Friday.&amp;nbsp; So, I guess, that's when I'll find out if this is some kind of gimmic or if it is the real deal.&amp;nbsp; I hope it is.&amp;nbsp; I'd really like to get my CNA and start working again.&amp;nbsp; It's been a long time!&amp;nbsp; Now that all the kids are in school, I have time that I can go to work.&amp;nbsp; I plan on starting college again in the Fall.&amp;nbsp; I will be going to Utah State University.&amp;nbsp; I'm excited!&amp;nbsp; My plan is to go in to Nursing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;On This Day in History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at all of the snow we had!  That's crazy!  This is in 2008.  Parker was so excited to help shovel the driveway.  He looks so handsome.&amp;nbsp; Parker is 3 years old in these pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eoJh9R_7vy4/Tyof3NssycI/AAAAAAAADmo/J7wxdZB6nRU/s1600/100_1400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eoJh9R_7vy4/Tyof3NssycI/AAAAAAAADmo/J7wxdZB6nRU/s320/100_1400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aL3abFaU51w/Tyof_I6T0sI/AAAAAAAADmw/3Vu1jnCpMjw/s1600/100_1402.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aL3abFaU51w/Tyof_I6T0sI/AAAAAAAADmw/3Vu1jnCpMjw/s320/100_1402.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EF6xQ7Iof-c/TyogGg_XsiI/AAAAAAAADm4/qu79RwHya9s/s1600/100_1403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EF6xQ7Iof-c/TyogGg_XsiI/AAAAAAAADm4/qu79RwHya9s/s320/100_1403.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-95JII84XsyY/TyogPpIdX4I/AAAAAAAADnA/oufZ0Ra2TrE/s1600/100_1407.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-95JII84XsyY/TyogPpIdX4I/AAAAAAAADnA/oufZ0Ra2TrE/s320/100_1407.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;These pictures were taken in 2006.&amp;nbsp; Alissa and Parker found some of their Daddy's hats.&amp;nbsp; They were so cute trying them on.&amp;nbsp; Parker is 1 year old and Alissa is 3 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dVXjtwReUI8/Tyoga9T6z7I/AAAAAAAADnI/DSyYfL_4TEo/s1600/100_4391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dVXjtwReUI8/Tyoga9T6z7I/AAAAAAAADnI/DSyYfL_4TEo/s320/100_4391.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxNNK1_cdFw/Tyogh_8obaI/AAAAAAAADnQ/bIU0uu6iwU8/s1600/100_4392.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxNNK1_cdFw/Tyogh_8obaI/AAAAAAAADnQ/bIU0uu6iwU8/s320/100_4392.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RYvx8rsuuTQ/TyogqIESTKI/AAAAAAAADnY/Gir__oixjc8/s1600/100_4393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RYvx8rsuuTQ/TyogqIESTKI/AAAAAAAADnY/Gir__oixjc8/s320/100_4393.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pkv57JElF90/TyogvIOBbHI/AAAAAAAADng/VygBtQpogNM/s1600/100_4394.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pkv57JElF90/TyogvIOBbHI/AAAAAAAADng/VygBtQpogNM/s320/100_4394.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-6933063496770340707?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/6933063496770340707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2012/02/busy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/6933063496770340707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/6933063496770340707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2012/02/busy-day.html' title='Busy Day'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eoJh9R_7vy4/Tyof3NssycI/AAAAAAAADmo/J7wxdZB6nRU/s72-c/100_1400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-1677378614872035479</id><published>2012-01-31T22:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T22:34:39.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand Stand Mats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parker and Brinley were laying out these blankets and putting pillows under them.&amp;nbsp; I asked them what they were doing and they said they were making hand stand mats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-owXAakWFhFo/Tyi9LHSfcOI/AAAAAAAADko/AP4_diCx4R4/s1600/100_9138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-owXAakWFhFo/Tyi9LHSfcOI/AAAAAAAADko/AP4_diCx4R4/s320/100_9138.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then I had to take pictures while they showed me how their mats worked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nK2cazCpw74/Tyi9Z_5lFwI/AAAAAAAADkw/YVlGojEe0G4/s1600/100_9150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nK2cazCpw74/Tyi9Z_5lFwI/AAAAAAAADkw/YVlGojEe0G4/s320/100_9150.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgSRrOa84A8/Tyi9q6mtBKI/AAAAAAAADk4/ZXZQXxfE8UQ/s1600/100_9142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgSRrOa84A8/Tyi9q6mtBKI/AAAAAAAADk4/ZXZQXxfE8UQ/s320/100_9142.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After their hand stands, I asked them to pose for the camera.&amp;nbsp; This is what we got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TyR2Ts05ODk/Tyi95L7cxCI/AAAAAAAADlA/9VdP68hjAcg/s1600/100_9156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TyR2Ts05ODk/Tyi95L7cxCI/AAAAAAAADlA/9VdP68hjAcg/s320/100_9156.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are too funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEWrTsNc4Nk/Tyi-FR-z_8I/AAAAAAAADlI/Irn88WiUMW0/s1600/100_9157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEWrTsNc4Nk/Tyi-FR-z_8I/AAAAAAAADlI/Irn88WiUMW0/s320/100_9157.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cute little Alissa was just chillin' at the computer.&amp;nbsp; She has learned how to play World of War Craft and she can't get enough of it.&amp;nbsp; I think Roger really enjoys having someone to talk about the game with.&amp;nbsp; Alissa even likes to sit and watch her dad play the game.&amp;nbsp; I think that's crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5TtOfoaDWc4/Tyi-RByGvYI/AAAAAAAADlQ/NB8XjhORG0o/s1600/100_9162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5TtOfoaDWc4/Tyi-RByGvYI/AAAAAAAADlQ/NB8XjhORG0o/s320/100_9162.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had a relaxing day today.&amp;nbsp; I got up, got the kids off to school, read my scriptures, ate some breakfast, started the laundry, washed the dishes, then I had time to sit on my bottom and watch TV.&amp;nbsp; Usually when I finish my morning routine, Brinley is just getting home from school.&amp;nbsp; But, today, Brinley rode the bus to a friends house.&amp;nbsp; So I had the house all to myself!&amp;nbsp; It was different, but I enjoyed it.&amp;nbsp; I watched trash TV.&amp;nbsp; It has been a long time since I've done that, because there are usually kids here with me.&amp;nbsp; but with no one here, I decided to watch a talk show.&amp;nbsp; The show that just happened to be on was 'Jerry springer'.&amp;nbsp; I used to always watch that show.&amp;nbsp; I thought it was so funny!&amp;nbsp; The sad thing is, I still think it is funny!&amp;nbsp; I had a lot of fun watching, "Jerry!&amp;nbsp;Jerry! Jerry!&amp;nbsp;Jerry!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Alissa and Parker missed the bus today, so I got to go and pick them up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It takes about 20 minutes to&amp;nbsp; get to their school, so they had to sit and wait in the office for a while.&amp;nbsp; I told them that on Wednesday I would pick them up from school.&amp;nbsp; So Parker was confused.&amp;nbsp; He thought I was picking them up today.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Alissa got on the bus, but quickly got back off when she realized that Parker wasn't there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The kids said that on their way to school this morning, the bus driver told them that they needed to sit up straight and keep their hands in front of them, that way if she ever had to stop really quickly, they could stop themselves from banging their heads on the seat in front of them.&amp;nbsp; she warned them that at some point on the ride to school, she was going to slow down and go 25 miles an hour, then slam on the breaks, so they would know how it feels and be ready if&amp;nbsp;anything ever happened.&amp;nbsp; But she wasn't going to tell them when this was going to happen, that way they would be ready for the whole bus ride.&amp;nbsp; The kids said that when she did it, Parker wasn't ready and he slammed his head into the seat in front of him.&amp;nbsp; Alissa and Brinley both said that they slammed their heads into the back of their hands and it hurt a little.&amp;nbsp; Crazy stuff!&amp;nbsp; I'm not fond of having the kids ride the bus.&amp;nbsp; I really miss living right across the street from the school.&amp;nbsp; They have a 45 minute bus ride to and home from school.&amp;nbsp; The kids aren't allowed to do anything while they are on the bus.&amp;nbsp; Alissa got in trouble when she pulled out her Nintendo DS to play, so the next day I told her to take a book and read it on the way.&amp;nbsp; She said she got in trouble for that also.&amp;nbsp; I'm bummed that they have to just sit there,&amp;nbsp; I'm sure there is a reason behind the crazy rules, but it is frustrating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel bad that I wasn't able to blog when my kids were babies, so even though this will make for really long posts, I've decided to add a section to each of my post titled, 'On This Day in History', where I will post pictures of my babies and the stories&amp;nbsp; (if I remember them) that go with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;On This Day in History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Parker is too cute!&amp;nbsp; I don't remember a lot from this day, but I remember thinking how cute and funny Parker was being while he ate his food.&amp;nbsp; I think this is the day he discovered the stool I had in the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; So he is standing on the stool while eating, something he had never done before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XDiFfW0TnaI/Tyi_S7A5h0I/AAAAAAAADlw/0x_hq_5EMmI/s1600/100_4371.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XDiFfW0TnaI/Tyi_S7A5h0I/AAAAAAAADlw/0x_hq_5EMmI/s320/100_4371.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2YSRlp7VjeY/Tyi_LGslY7I/AAAAAAAADlo/1ZHubwniZVI/s1600/100_4368.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2YSRlp7VjeY/Tyi_LGslY7I/AAAAAAAADlo/1ZHubwniZVI/s320/100_4368.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is in 2006, so Parker is 1 1/2 years old and Alissa is 3 years old.&amp;nbsp; My little baby Brinley must have been sleeping when these were taken.&amp;nbsp; She would have been 3 months old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b795ql9A8Jk/Tyi-9UGo7pI/AAAAAAAADlg/a4UTjPk-6EE/s1600/100_4385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b795ql9A8Jk/Tyi-9UGo7pI/AAAAAAAADlg/a4UTjPk-6EE/s320/100_4385.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Awwww!&amp;nbsp; They love each other!&amp;nbsp; So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVqD12Fxe0s/Tyi-rpNzfKI/AAAAAAAADlY/x51DPeZ3ISY/s1600/100_4387.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVqD12Fxe0s/Tyi-rpNzfKI/AAAAAAAADlY/x51DPeZ3ISY/s320/100_4387.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;These pictures were taken on this day in 2009.&amp;nbsp; Roger had a basketball game over at the church.&amp;nbsp; His work schedule always makes it hard for him to be able to participate in church sports.&amp;nbsp; which is frustrating, because he always wants to play.&amp;nbsp; They finally played a game on a night when roger could be there!&amp;nbsp; The first pictures are of the kids getting ready to go watch their Daddy play basketball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-syH5REAbSlQ/TyjBChWFebI/AAAAAAAADmA/PB0uJQI5Bjg/s1600/DCP_2216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-syH5REAbSlQ/TyjBChWFebI/AAAAAAAADmA/PB0uJQI5Bjg/s320/DCP_2216.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x2dbAjdlalU/TyjBS2HRNzI/AAAAAAAADmQ/jH7e_upH9ps/s1600/DCP_2218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x2dbAjdlalU/TyjBS2HRNzI/AAAAAAAADmQ/jH7e_upH9ps/s320/DCP_2218.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-govOfWzBrAw/TyjBKlMhX8I/AAAAAAAADmI/1icfhtF98p4/s1600/DCP_2217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-govOfWzBrAw/TyjBKlMhX8I/AAAAAAAADmI/1icfhtF98p4/s320/DCP_2217.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the kids at the church.&amp;nbsp; They didn't watch the game for very long.&amp;nbsp; They had way to much fun running around and playing in the area behind the chairs that I had set up for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nuv3pCk7L5k/TyjBed_PC4I/AAAAAAAADmY/OT4JTlNkds0/s1600/DCP_2219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nuv3pCk7L5k/TyjBed_PC4I/AAAAAAAADmY/OT4JTlNkds0/s320/DCP_2219.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Roger bringing the ball down the court.&amp;nbsp; He looks like he's taking his time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FvBjTZV7fWA/TyjBmRmFH9I/AAAAAAAADmg/VNHFHubnK2Y/s1600/DCP_2220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FvBjTZV7fWA/TyjBmRmFH9I/AAAAAAAADmg/VNHFHubnK2Y/s320/DCP_2220.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-1677378614872035479?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/1677378614872035479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2012/01/hand-stand-mats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/1677378614872035479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/1677378614872035479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2012/01/hand-stand-mats.html' title='Hand Stand Mats'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-owXAakWFhFo/Tyi9LHSfcOI/AAAAAAAADko/AP4_diCx4R4/s72-c/100_9138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-984248279016387943</id><published>2012-01-30T20:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T09:14:45.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale of Three Stinkers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once upon on time there were three children who were stinkers!  There was Alissa, the big sister stinker, Parker, the brother stinker, and Brinley, the little sister stinker.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alissa had the chickenpox about a week ago.  She had a big puppet project due on January 31st.  Her mom encouraged her and told her that she should work on it while she is home with the chickenpox.  She didn't listen to her mom.  She wanted to relax and enjoy her time off of school.  Her mother warned her not to procrastinate or she would end up being super busy the night before the project was due and she wouldn't have anytime to play with friends on that night.  So the night before the project was due, Alissa came home from school and went straight to work on it.  She worked and worked on it.  Pretty soon, Alissa realized that the sun was going down and she wasn't going to finish in time to play with friends.  She quit what she was doing and started to cry.  Her daddy went into the room where Alissa was crying and throwing a fit.  He talked to her for a long time about why doing homework is important.  Alissa listened to her daddy.  She calmed down and got back to work.  She finished her project about 10 minutes before bedtime.  She was so happy when she finished and she couldn't wait to play something for a little bit before she went to bed.  What a cute little stinker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parker and Brinley wanted to take a bath together.  Now that they are older, Mommy makes them wear their swimming suits if they want to take a bath at the same time.  Mom agreed to let them take a bath, so they ran to their room to get their swimsuits and get ready for their bath.  Mom wasn't feeling well, so she started the bath then went to lay down for a little bit.  Parker climbed into the bath first so he was sitting by the faucet where the water comes into the tub.  Brinley climbed in next and said, "Hey Parker!  You're sitting in my spot!  I always sit there."  Parker did not want to give up his spot.  The whole time the bath was filling up, Parker and Brinley were arguing.  Brinley kept trying to pull Parker out of the spot so she could sit there and Parker kept refusing and telling her to stop.  Mom was in her room and wasn't paying attention to the arguing that was going on.  When Mom came into the bathroom to remind Parker to stop the water when the tub was full, she walked in just in time to hear Brinley let out a loud, terrified scream.  Brinley grabbed a hold of her arm and cried.  Mom asked what happened and Brinley yelled, "Parker bit me!"  Brinley told how she was just reaching to get something that was on the other side of Parker and he bit her.  Parker explained what had really been going on.  He said that Brinley wouldn't leave him alone and kept grabbing at him, trying to get him to move, so he bit her.  Mom told them that bath time was over and it was bed time.  Mom gave Parker a talking too.  Brinley, still crying, got out first, went to her room, got dressed and climbed into bed.  She was laying in her bed whimpering when Parker got out of the tub.  Parker was still pretty angry as he was getting out of the bath, but by the time he reached the bedroom, his temper had calmed down and he wasn't feeling so mad anymore.  when he walked into the room and heard Brinley whimpering, he felt bad for what he had done.  He apologized to Brinley then he broke down into tears.  He cried, "I feel bad that Brinley is sad!  I'm sorry Brinley!"  Then Brinley burst into tears and said, "I feel bad that Parker is sad!  I don't like it when he cries!"  They both cried and hugged for a little bit before calming down and going to bed.  They are really cute stinkers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, Roger played hockey.  It was so fun to watch him play.  He did a great job!  It was also very entertaining.  A lot of the players were pretty wobbly on their feet, which made it fun.  There were lots of players falling.  I was having fun watching it, when it clicked in my brain that I should record it!  This video is of roger tripping over the goaly.  The goaly dives down, then you see Roger flying over the top of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9839a199c547fa64" 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://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9839a199c547fa64%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33EFFE7FEF1052AF0DF49B229EF061249F6E237D.4A3875AAC4D63928B1D9F7A3DDE1F4E5D2A57B99%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9839a199c547fa64%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfnXS0zrQN-38JqQMxZBDfoTgerg&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://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9839a199c547fa64%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33EFFE7FEF1052AF0DF49B229EF061249F6E237D.4A3875AAC4D63928B1D9F7A3DDE1F4E5D2A57B99%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9839a199c547fa64%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfnXS0zrQN-38JqQMxZBDfoTgerg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is another video of Roger falling.  I turned on the video camera just in time to see him fall.  It made me laugh!  Roger played really well.  I know I only posted video of him falling, but he really di a great job.  I was impressed.  He was more stable and steady on his feet than the other players.  Also, Roger scored the first goal of the game, just seconds after the game started!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f13de5bd0d1ebb0e" 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://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df13de5bd0d1ebb0e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C6AEC6EBCF02A64BB93C01B425E599F13839D84.5D9D43D5157E34A8E7A6D47A2BE9B9CB579D786C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df13de5bd0d1ebb0e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaY6T2FVHvxEqSPT1INjHR69vEnQ&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://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df13de5bd0d1ebb0e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C6AEC6EBCF02A64BB93C01B425E599F13839D84.5D9D43D5157E34A8E7A6D47A2BE9B9CB579D786C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df13de5bd0d1ebb0e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaY6T2FVHvxEqSPT1INjHR69vEnQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brinley has a candy in her mouth and she insisted that I take her picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703659550906470338" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kx_7d1sZmfc/Tyd4JGuLT8I/AAAAAAAADkg/7ZkMSVJFuDo/s400/20120127_231230.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had 4 other pictures that I wanted to post, but when I tried to move them to a different position in my post, they dissapeared.  Next time I'll upload the pictures first, then write my post around them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roger is at another hockey game tonight.  His games are too late at night for us to be able to go to all of them.  Tonight's game started at 10:15pm.  Hopefully he will have a good game.&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/2535710177435816615-984248279016387943?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/984248279016387943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2012/01/tale-of-three-stinkers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/984248279016387943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/984248279016387943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2012/01/tale-of-three-stinkers.html' title='A Tale of Three Stinkers!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kx_7d1sZmfc/Tyd4JGuLT8I/AAAAAAAADkg/7ZkMSVJFuDo/s72-c/20120127_231230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-6485345434015699211</id><published>2012-01-30T10:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T11:16:58.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm a dork!  I know.  When I realized it was monday, that song is what came to my mind, so I made it the title of this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very inspired yesterday at church.  The lessons in sacrament meeting and in releif society were about family history.  They gave us a lot of ideas of how to get started and they reminded us that we should be writing in our journals regularly.  There have been times where I am amazing and I write in my journal everyday, but right now and for the past 6 years, I have not been writting often a all.  I will keep working on my goal to write in my journal every night, but I also want to use my blog as my journal.   So... that's the plan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, January 14, 2012, Brinley lost her first tooth!  She was so scared!  About a month or two before she got her first loose tooth, she had been talking to me about how she couldn't wait until she lost a tooth so the tooth fairy would bring her money.  So when she got her first loose tooth, she was really excited.  But as the tooth got looser and looser, Brinley became more and more nervous and scared.  One day, I heard her in her room crying.  When I went in to her to give her loves and find out what was wrong, she said that she was scared because of her tooth.  She was afraid for it to fall out.  She was scared that it would hurt really bad.  I calmed her down the best I could and did my best to convince her that it wouldn't hurt.  She was so nervous about it.  She refused to eat anything, for fear that her tooth would come out while she was eating.  She knew that Alissa's first tooth had fallen out while she was eating popcron.  She made her self so sick with worry and lack of food, that she felt like she couldn't go to school (she also was afraid to lose her tooth at school.  She didn't know how her teacher would respond and that made her nervous).  Eventually, I convinced Brinley to eat something.  She was very careful not to use her loose tooth to chew her food.  She was relieved when she realized that she could still eat and she decided that it would be fine for her to go back to school.  So Brinley had calmed down and was doing pretty good dealing with her loose tooth.  But she was still nervous and she would get real shaky and scared when anybody talked about loosing a tooth.  Roger knew that Brinley was scared about loosing her tooth, so I'm not sure what he was thinking when he did this.   We were sitting in the living room relaxing and Brinley was playing with her barbie house, minding her own business and having a good time, when Roger starts talking about his friend who lost his tooth while eating and ended up swallowing it.  When he finished his story, I looked over at Brinley and she was crying.  Roger was so surprised by her reaction and he felt bad for scaring her.  We gave her loves and calmed her down again.  It was crazy how terrified she was about loosing her tooth.  She ended up loosing her tooth when we were in Salt Lake stayng at a friend's house.  We were eating dinner and Brinley comes walking over to me.  She had her hand over her mouth and she was shaking.  she said, "I lost my tooth."  I asked her where it was and she said she didn't know.  She said she dropped it on the floor.  She was eating and bit down on something hard, so she grabbed it out of her mouth, saw what it was and said, "Eww!", then dropped it on the floor and came to tell me.  She was so relieved that it didn't hurt when she lost it, but it still scared her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703487205779775746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--XG7kPRlDPA/TybbZTF9IQI/AAAAAAAADjk/FQ4DKu98J74/s400/100_9106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first picture I took of Brinley without her tooth.  She is wearing a helmet, because Roger was letting the kids take turns trying on his hockey gear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we were watching America's Funniest Home Videos and a girl on there was all drugged up and was in recovery after having her wisdom teeth pulled.  The kids were asking why she was like that and what are your wisdom teeth.  Alissa said, "Will I have to get that done?"  I told her maybe, but it won't happen until she is much older.  I told her that maybe she won't ever have to, because I haven't had to, so maybe she'll be lucky like I was.  That when I realized Brinley was crying.  She came over to me and she was shaking really bad.  She said that she was scared to have wisdom teeth.  She never wants that to happen to her.  I calmed her down by telling her she will be much older when she has to deal with anything like that.  Also, now that she doesn't have a loose tooth, she is still scared.  If someone says anything about loosing teeth, Brinley starts to cry.  Crazy Girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope nobody is too bothered by super long post, because this is probably what most of my post will be like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roger played his first hockey game on Friday night!  Not his first ever, but his first in a long time.  I want to post some pictures and a little video from that, but I'm babysitting and the little guy I'm watching just woke up, so I will get back on and post it sometime later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-6485345434015699211?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/6485345434015699211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-another-manic-monday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/6485345434015699211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/6485345434015699211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-another-manic-monday.html' title='Just another Manic Monday'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--XG7kPRlDPA/TybbZTF9IQI/AAAAAAAADjk/FQ4DKu98J74/s72-c/100_9106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-925536549295834130</id><published>2012-01-18T22:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T22:35:40.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back! .... Maybe</title><content type='html'>Hi blogging world!  I forgot all about you.  Now that I've remembered, i will try to post a little more often.  We'll see how that goes.  I think I've said that a lot before and I have not stuck with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....  We are all doing well.  A lot has changed since my last post.  The biggest change is that we moved.  We are now renting a house.  I don't really like renting.  I really like the stability of buying a home.  I want to move into a house with the plan to stay there for a long time.  The house we're in now is not bad, but I don't think we will live here very long (I'm talking less than a year!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our home in Tremonton was not bad.  I had a hard time leaving it, because of all the fond memories that we created there.  We always planned on that home being a starter home for us, but then we got stuck there.  The house was old and falling apart.  It was a bit of a money pit.  In October, we woke up in the morning to a wet floor and cracked tiles.  The refrigerator had a slow leak in the back.  Who knows how long it had been leaking.  The wood under the tile was soaked and started to expand, that's when all the tiles broke.  That was the straw that broke the camels back!  That's when we said, "what are we doing here?"  Since we moved in the routine has gone like this: Something breaks, we go into debt to fix it, we get the debt paid off (or we're almost out of debt) when something breaks again.  It has been a losing battle to keep a house that we never really planned to stay in for that long.  So we did it!  We moved.  We plan to rent until Roger finishes school.  Now that we are out of that house, I no longer feel stuck here in Tremonton.  It clicked in our brains about 2 weeks ago, that we can finally get away from this place.  So now we are trying to find Roger a new job.  We are ready to live closer to family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot more that I need to share, but it's getting late, so I'm going to end it with what's on my mind right now.  I think Alissa has the chickenpox again.  It's crazy because she was vaccinated for it and she has already had them once before.  So it doesn't seem like it would be possible, but it looks exactly like chickenpox and she says they are itchy.  She doesn't have a ton of them, but they are sporadic over her body.  So I don't think it's a rash.  I just don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-925536549295834130?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/925536549295834130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-back-maybe.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/925536549295834130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/925536549295834130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-back-maybe.html' title='I&apos;m Back! .... Maybe'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-2354894087148862954</id><published>2011-03-12T16:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T16:28:56.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today Parker lost another tooth!  The tooth right above the one he lost is also really loose.  I think it's fun to see how the kids look when they lose their teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3-kUDleCAic/TXv_jhnSHaI/AAAAAAAADjY/sITZq8IKft4/s1600/100_7385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3-kUDleCAic/TXv_jhnSHaI/AAAAAAAADjY/sITZq8IKft4/s400/100_7385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583337148839501218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gkKXKE1bhNk/TXv_jb4F4SI/AAAAAAAADjQ/k5o4gB0ZRLA/s1600/100_7386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gkKXKE1bhNk/TXv_jb4F4SI/AAAAAAAADjQ/k5o4gB0ZRLA/s400/100_7386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583337147299389730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few days ago, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brinley&lt;/span&gt; cut her own hair.  This is not the first time she has done this.  It has been a long time since she even tried, so I thought we were past that and didn't need to worry about her doing that anymore.  I was wrong!  She said that she cut it because she really wants to have short hair.  Her friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mikenna&lt;/span&gt; has short hair.  I'm guessing that has something to do with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brinley&lt;/span&gt; wanting her hair short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm feeling really sick today, so I really wasn't feeling up to cutting her hair, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brinley&lt;/span&gt; insisted.  So these are her before pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvL1sfhVG70/TXv_aQFDcpI/AAAAAAAADjI/1yK4t-k7e_k/s1600/100_7388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvL1sfhVG70/TXv_aQFDcpI/AAAAAAAADjI/1yK4t-k7e_k/s400/100_7388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583336989513708178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mGz1CwhLzIk/TXv_Zw94vXI/AAAAAAAADjA/zeCSFvFRrTs/s1600/100_7389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mGz1CwhLzIk/TXv_Zw94vXI/AAAAAAAADjA/zeCSFvFRrTs/s400/100_7389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583336981162147186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt-oMrBIhEA/TXv_ZnqVuaI/AAAAAAAADi4/Tkom-IJW7So/s1600/100_7390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt-oMrBIhEA/TXv_ZnqVuaI/AAAAAAAADi4/Tkom-IJW7So/s400/100_7390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583336978664241570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She didn't want to let me take after pictures.  I can't remember how I convinced her to smile for these.  That's so sad, because this just happened about a half an hour ago or so.  My memory is getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ridiculously&lt;/span&gt; bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3C247BHyPWk/TXv_ZXVixJI/AAAAAAAADiw/GVNU3kc5nw4/s1600/100_7394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3C247BHyPWk/TXv_ZXVixJI/AAAAAAAADiw/GVNU3kc5nw4/s400/100_7394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583336974282048658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iyc4_k9Npag/TXv_YxnKEXI/AAAAAAAADio/C0yraYshI6c/s1600/100_7395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iyc4_k9Npag/TXv_YxnKEXI/AAAAAAAADio/C0yraYshI6c/s400/100_7395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583336964155380082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have any pictures of Alissa to share today.  Alissa has been playing at her friend's house for most of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-2354894087148862954?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/2354894087148862954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2011/03/cute-kids.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/2354894087148862954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/2354894087148862954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2011/03/cute-kids.html' title='Cute Kids'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3-kUDleCAic/TXv_jhnSHaI/AAAAAAAADjY/sITZq8IKft4/s72-c/100_7385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-5191292493131574618</id><published>2011-03-06T10:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T11:14:02.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Apologizing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To all my blogging friends, I'm sorry for posting stuff when I am feeling sad.  I always regret it later and I usually feel embarrassed by it, but for some reason, I can't get myself to delete it.  I had a really hard time sleeping last night and during the hours that I was laying in bed, wide awake, I started to think about blogging.  I realized that I usually post stuff when I'm feeling sad.  I think the reason that I do that is because I sit at the computer a lot when I start to feel depressed.  It just gives me something else to focus on.  Anyway..... NO MORE SAD BLOGGING for me!  I'm done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know what I decided I love the best.......Reminiscing about the good old days!  So Idecided that I will try posting a lot more on my good old days blog.  I've always loved my video camera, so I have lots of video to go with my funny memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not sure what I will be doing with my family blog, but I'll think of something to make it less boring and...... again........ NO MORE SAD BLOGGING! I promise, I will stop.  That's just not me!  I'm a happy person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've started running again and I feel more like my old self than I have in a long time.  I like it!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's all for now friends.  I need to go make some rolls, but instead, I'm going to watch TV....... I'll get around to the rolls eventually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-5191292493131574618?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/5191292493131574618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-apologizing.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/5191292493131574618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/5191292493131574618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-apologizing.html' title='I&apos;m Apologizing'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-6472031589674627217</id><published>2011-02-21T16:18:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T16:35:00.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since there is no school today, the kids chose not to get dressed. I think they are so funny outside playing in the snow in their pajamas. Alissa and Parker have been playing outside a lot today. They are really sad that they have to go to school tomorrow.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fltjd6ulKyw/TWLznqWVxPI/AAAAAAAADh4/u9ahC5di9xQ/s1600/100_7369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576287151346533618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fltjd6ulKyw/TWLznqWVxPI/AAAAAAAADh4/u9ahC5di9xQ/s400/100_7369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EyHmokel3zk/TWLznWFettI/AAAAAAAADhw/gcawe5yl-I4/s1600/100_7374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576287145907107538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EyHmokel3zk/TWLznWFettI/AAAAAAAADhw/gcawe5yl-I4/s400/100_7374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the funny little thing they made. At first they said they were going to make a castle, so I'm going to say that this is their castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AIfc_xGJAXs/TWLzm1VwxAI/AAAAAAAADho/g0-HyfImCdE/s1600/100_7380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576287137117029378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AIfc_xGJAXs/TWLzm1VwxAI/AAAAAAAADho/g0-HyfImCdE/s400/100_7380.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After I took pictures of Alissa and Parker's creation, Alissa told me that I needed to come out with the video camera so she could show me something.  She showed the video camera their creation, then she showed the video camera how to destroy their creation.  I wasn't expecting that at all.  She had a lot of fun kicking it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BtMhhM2MusU/TWLzYZbcCgI/AAAAAAAADhg/-_ffoas6Zgg/s1600/100_7374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576286889106475522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BtMhhM2MusU/TWLzYZbcCgI/AAAAAAAADhg/-_ffoas6Zgg/s400/100_7374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DOfZycjJyk4/TWLzYO0GbII/AAAAAAAADhY/Znx3luLxm_g/s1600/100_7383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576286886257126530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DOfZycjJyk4/TWLzYO0GbII/AAAAAAAADhY/Znx3luLxm_g/s400/100_7383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are two turtles that they went out and made yesterday. They were so afraid that the sun was going to melt their turtles, but it didn't yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6w7Ak4fb4I/TWLzX0Q1QLI/AAAAAAAADhQ/16ZFKhXpxZA/s1600/100_7381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576286879129878706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6w7Ak4fb4I/TWLzX0Q1QLI/AAAAAAAADhQ/16ZFKhXpxZA/s400/100_7381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brinley prefers to be inside when it's cold. she go out every once in a while, but she never stays out very long. this is a cute picture of her playing the nintendo wii. I love Brinley's smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-enfTqaH0uak/TWLzXbs2bZI/AAAAAAAADhI/wGvNPAbnqSA/s1600/100_7378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576286872536509842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-enfTqaH0uak/TWLzXbs2bZI/AAAAAAAADhI/wGvNPAbnqSA/s400/100_7378.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what the kids did two days ago. they made their room into a giant tent. They wanted to sleep with it this way. I told them they could if they want, but they might get cold, because all of the blankets are up high and not laying on top of them. If we owned more blankets they would have had lots of fun. they decided not to sleep with it that way, because they like to have blankets on top of them while they sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b0i88ajfuWU/TWLzXH02HSI/AAAAAAAADhA/WCDePpdiBLU/s1600/100_7364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576286867201334562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b0i88ajfuWU/TWLzXH02HSI/AAAAAAAADhA/WCDePpdiBLU/s400/100_7364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-6472031589674627217?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/6472031589674627217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2011/02/kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/6472031589674627217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/6472031589674627217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2011/02/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fltjd6ulKyw/TWLznqWVxPI/AAAAAAAADh4/u9ahC5di9xQ/s72-c/100_7369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-3288264464076324839</id><published>2011-02-21T15:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T15:56:29.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again, I don't know what to title this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I have been rearranging my house a lot lately.  I'm not even sure what it is that I'm trying to accomplish.  I've always rearranged one or two rooms in my house every three to six months.  That's just what I do.  I've been doing that all my life.  Before I got married and moved out, I would rearrange my bedroom or trade rooms with a sister.  I guess I just get bored.  I don't understand it.  But since October, I have rearranged my living room 6 times!  Two of those times, I traded rooms.  I moved all of my downstairs living room furniture upstairs and the upstairs living room furniture downstairs, then I moved them back.  Yesterday, I rearranged the living room again.  Today, I started rearranging the kids' bedrooms.  I managed to drop a bed on my foot and it hurt really bad, so I'm taking a break for the rest of the day and I will finish up tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I just will be sitting in the living room or somewhere and it will come to me, how the room can look so much better or an idea will come to me and I'll wonder what it would look like if I did this or that, then I just can't get it off of my mind until I do it.  Do you think I'm obssesive compulsive?  And why have I been doing this more than ussual lately?  I'm just trying to figure myself out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was really sick starting in October until December.  I would just get over one sickness and another one would start.  I was also having a lot of pain in my lower abdomen.  I went to a doctor and he said that I had a large fibroid in my uterus and he wanted to do an operation to remove it.  I am more afraid than I used to be to have a surgery, so I kept putting it off.  I kept thinking that somehow maybe the fibroid was causing my immune system to be weak and that's why I was sick all the time.  In January, I finally started to feel better and I got up the courage to go to the doctor to schedule the surgey.  I went to a different doctor this time.  He did an ultra sound and didn't see any fibroid that was big enough to operate on.  It is the craziest thing!  How could I have been in so much pain in October thru December, then in January start feeling much better and the doctor doesn't see a problem anymore?  I was talking to Missy about it and she said that in one of the books she read that when your grieving it weakens your immune system and a lot of people get sick after the loss of a loved one.  We all got colds after my mom passed away and my grandma got pneumonia.  So I wonder if some how all of those crazy symptoms and my weakened immune system was due to grief.  Because I was sick and misserable during the time that the year before I had lost my mom.  I don't know.  I felt like I was handling things just fine.  I had one or two sad days around the anniversary of her passing, but really, I thought I was doing pretty well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyways, that was just crazy and weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Another crazy and weird thing happened yesterday.  I woke up and just started crying.  I was replaying everything that went on when my mom passed away in my mind.  I could not stop crying.  We have church at 8:30 in the morning and I couldn't stop crying to go to church.  I had to call and tell my friend, through my tears, that I wouldn't be there. I just spent the morning laying in my bed crying.  The kids didn't really know how to handle it.  They felt bad so they made little cards for me to try and cheer me up.  I felt so bad, that I couldn't control my emotions.  I don't like to cry in front of the kids because I know it upsets them.  I finally stopped crying and felt like I was handling things better, until Linda called to checkon me and I just lost it again.  It really helped to talkto her, but then I had a hard time calming down again.  I haven't cried like that since the week when she passed away.  It was so crazy to me, because it felt like my being upset and crying just came out of nowhere.  I was feeling just fine.  I think what might have started it was the realization that it was my parents anniversary yesterday.  I also wondered if my toothache and my constant head ache that goes with it and the fear of having my first root canal tomorrow are also making me an emotional wreck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I just don't know what is going on with me lately.  I've also lost all desire for cake decorating.  I used to love that, I don't really know what it is, but I just don't like it any more.  I turned down four people that asked me to do wedding cakes this year.  Seriously, I don't feel like I'm a crazy person, but I'm just not myself lately.  I just don't undersatand it.  that's all!  I won't feel bad if nobody reads this post because it is so long.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-3288264464076324839?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/3288264464076324839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2011/02/again-i-dont-know-what-to-title-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/3288264464076324839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/3288264464076324839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2011/02/again-i-dont-know-what-to-title-this.html' title='Again, I don&apos;t know what to title this'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-6082405155311642912</id><published>2011-02-18T16:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T17:53:08.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Nothing.  I never know what to title my posts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so, I've been thinking that I need to start writing everything that I do, because I have such a terrible memory and I never remember anything any more. I'm thinking blogging will bea fun way to write down what I do, so my brain can remember it. And if writting it down doesn't help, that's okay because I can always come back and read it when I want to remember.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had really weird dreams last night. At least I think they were dreams. Parker woke up around midnight and couldn't get back to sleep because his tooth was hurting. He has his back teeth coming in and it doesn't feel good. So I fell asleep and I'm pretty sure I was dreaming. I was dreaming that I was laying in bed and my legs and arms started to feel really funny (kind of like when your foot or something falls asleep and you move it to get it to wake up. It was a tingling kind of weird feeling like that). I was really uncomfortable and frustrated that I couldn't get my arms and legs to move like I wanted them too. Then Parker woke me up. the dream seemed like it was real, because I was laying in bed, but when Parker yelled for me, I didn't have any problems walking or getting out of bed. After that, I had a hard time getting back to sleep. As soon as I would start to dose off, Parker would yell for me again. I finally fell asleep around 2:30am and then I woke up at 5:00am with Roger, so I didn't get a lot of sleep last night at all. So right now, I've had very little sleep, I have a tooth ache, and a head ache (caused by the tooth ache). I'm pretty fussy today. I was also fussy yesterday for pretty much the same reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Good Times! I can't wait for my dentist appointment on Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was a rough day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm pretty sure that a cute little boy that I babysit has autism. His parents are just started to make appointments for him, to figure out if something is wrong. I don't know because I'm not an expert, he just reminds me a lot of other children that I know who have autism. For some reason, he was really fussy yesterday and there was nothing I could do to get him to calm down. When he plays with any kind of toy (he likes balls or opening and shutting doors on things) and things don't go exactly how he imagines that it should, he sits and screams. That was happening a lot yesterday. He kept rolling a ball down the stairs and it wouldn't land or go where he thought it would go. That makes him so mad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, one of the parents that I tend for texted me a message asking "Did you ever find out what Alissa had?" I texted back that I didn't remember Alissa having anything. She replied that one day,last week, I had told her that Alissa woke Roger up with her coughing in the night. I replied, "Oh yeah. Alissa is fine she just had a cough for one or two nights, that was it." She responded that the reason she was asking is because now they are sick. Maybe it is just lack of sleep and this head ache, but the way she was hinting that we are the reason she is sick and she wants to know what we gave her, really irritated me! Why must people do that! What is the point of blaming someone for your sickness? does it really make you feel better to let someone know that you think they are the reason you are sick? Why? I would never purposefully get someone sick. I just think that it is stupid to place blame for something like that!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZ1fELMe7DM/TV8IZCPvmeI/AAAAAAAADgw/ampZaqnh5sg/s1600/100_7325.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EV_Wsfgz2bs/TV8QubtdOyI/AAAAAAAADg4/TrVVhBadduw/s1600/100_7325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575193253606406946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EV_Wsfgz2bs/TV8QubtdOyI/AAAAAAAADg4/TrVVhBadduw/s400/100_7325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EV_Wsfgz2bs/TV8QubtdOyI/AAAAAAAADg4/TrVVhBadduw/s1600/100_7325.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, Parker was bored. He came up to me and said, "I have nobody to play with." I told him he could go rough house with his dad. He always thinks that is fun. But he said "no." Then Roger suggested that Parker could take apart our old broken heater. You should have seen Parker's eyes light up! He was so excited! Roger gave him some toys and he got right to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jwD2-PXzXeo/TV8IYyXexgI/AAAAAAAADgo/syFBiziOias/s1600/100_7332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575184085638104578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jwD2-PXzXeo/TV8IYyXexgI/AAAAAAAADgo/syFBiziOias/s400/100_7332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Parker was downstairs taking apart the heater, Brinley and her friend were in the living room playing some funny game that they made up. Before Parker had gotten bored he had built a tent in the living room and made the slide be the way to get into his tent. They are cute kids. It's fun to listen to them play. they come up with the funniest things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CbKjPwkImNQ/TV8IYiQl-mI/AAAAAAAADgg/ztbA8swtgdY/s1600/100_7335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575184081314249314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CbKjPwkImNQ/TV8IYiQl-mI/AAAAAAAADgg/ztbA8swtgdY/s400/100_7335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Alissa got home from her friends house, she saw what Parker was doing and was so excited to join in the fun. It was really funny how excited they got over this. everytime they got a part out of it, Parker came running upstairs to show me what they had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F3L2kR8kojo/TV8IYLGqleI/AAAAAAAADgY/8hTdLkPSUFo/s1600/100_7353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575184075098592738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F3L2kR8kojo/TV8IYLGqleI/AAAAAAAADgY/8hTdLkPSUFo/s400/100_7353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brinley's friend finally went home and Brinley wanted to help also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nGMfeEHBfpI/TV799E6VWBI/AAAAAAAADgQ/nqbAEudnJuE/s1600/100_7342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575172614463510546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nGMfeEHBfpI/TV799E6VWBI/AAAAAAAADgQ/nqbAEudnJuE/s400/100_7342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are cat sitting for Roger's brother. Roger does not like cats. This cat loves Roger. I was worried about cat sitting, because I know how much Roger hates cats and I thought that he would be really fussy about everything and anything the cat does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Cat sitting is going nothing like I thought it would. This cat loves Roger and doesn't care much for me. The cat follows Roger everywhere. I think it is so funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2535710177435816615-6082405155311642912?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/6082405155311642912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-nothing-i-never-know-what-to-title.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/6082405155311642912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/6082405155311642912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-nothing-i-never-know-what-to-title.html' title='Just Nothing.  I never know what to title my posts.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EV_Wsfgz2bs/TV8QubtdOyI/AAAAAAAADg4/TrVVhBadduw/s72-c/100_7325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-8474239759827603622</id><published>2011-02-10T16:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T16:54:04.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Blogging World</title><content type='html'>I'm considering blogging again.  It's been a long time, since I've had any desire to blog at all.  My computer is dying on me, so I'm using my husbands computer.  I feel like I can't blog without posting pictures, so i am working on getting all of my pictures and programs on to Roger's computer.  Once I'm done with that, I might start blogging again. Exciting!  Huh!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-8474239759827603622?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/8474239759827603622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2011/02/hey-blogging-world.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/8474239759827603622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/8474239759827603622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2011/02/hey-blogging-world.html' title='Hey Blogging World'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-6014904454142388852</id><published>2010-03-11T12:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T15:00:38.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After I got the kids off to school this morning, I was sitting on the couch watching a show with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brinley&lt;/span&gt;. I don't remember what she said to me, but all of the sudden my dream from last night came flooding back to me. Dreams are so weird. I don't usually remember mine, so it is fun for me when I do. In my dream I was hanging out with some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;. I don't recognize any of them, but in my dream I know them all really well. Except for one of the girls. She is new to the group of friends. She is kind of manly and for some reason she doesn't seem to like me. So in the middle of a conversation, she picked up her glass of water and threw it at me! Things were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt; for a little bit, but them we all started talking again like nothing happened. When I tried to get her back by throwing water on her, I somehow missed and we all had a good laugh about it. The mean, manly girl finally left and my friends and I enjoyed a little more time together hanging out. When it was time to go, Roger and the kids were there walking out to the car with me. Roger pointed and said "look! there's our van." I looked over expecting to see our old van, but what I saw was a brand new van that was being built just for us. I was very happy that Roger wanted a van again. I don't really love our Explorer. Then I realized that I had left my shoes back in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;, so I went back to get them. When I went back to get my shoes, there was a worker at the door and she would not let me back in unless I paid the $20.00 entrance fee. I told her that the most I would pay is $4.00. she refused to let me in. She said the shoes were hers unless I paid her, so I had to leave my shoes there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dreams are just funny to me. Sometimes I think it is fun to look at books and read what they say your dreams mean. I don't really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that stuff, it is just fun to see. I'm not sure what I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; about dreams. I know of people who have communicated with relatives, who have passed on, in dreams and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that they really were talking with that relative. I just don't know if I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that any of our normal, crazy type of dreams have any meaning. I think I wrote about this before, but my cousin watched a scary movie late on night. She was living with my Grandma at the time. When the show was over, she walked out of her room to find that the door to the room across from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hers&lt;/span&gt; was partially closed and the lamp in the room was turned on. Nobody else was home except for Grandma, who was asleep upstairs and had a hard time going downstairs. She was too afraid to look in the room and turn the lamp off. She just went to bed. In the morning, the bedroom door across from her room was open but she had to go in and turn the lamp off. She went upstairs and ate breakfast with Grandma. Grandma told her that she had a really weird dream last night. Grandma told her about the dream. My cousin was really freaked out. Grandma's dream was about something that had happened in the scary movie that my cousin had watched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways... It just makes ya think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry that I don't post that often anymore, I'm just emotional and, one week each month, moodier than I have ever been before. I feel like a crazy person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-6014904454142388852?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/6014904454142388852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-dream.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/6014904454142388852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/6014904454142388852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-dream.html' title='My Dream'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-3324481052422949786</id><published>2009-12-15T23:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:16:41.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scrapbooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did some scrapbooking today.  I haven't done any scrapbooking in a long time.  I have a lot to get caught up on.  I just thought I would share what I did tonight.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Syh647un5lI/AAAAAAAADfM/ngBBmCkX7oQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415713670437529170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Syh647un5lI/AAAAAAAADfM/ngBBmCkX7oQ/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Syh64UhNW6I/AAAAAAAADfE/2FTSJ9ivv0k/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415713659912280994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Syh64UhNW6I/AAAAAAAADfE/2FTSJ9ivv0k/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Syh63zEOG-I/AAAAAAAADe8/J8MJ9iSRAqI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415713650932325346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Syh63zEOG-I/AAAAAAAADe8/J8MJ9iSRAqI/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-3324481052422949786?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/3324481052422949786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/12/scrapbooking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/3324481052422949786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/3324481052422949786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/12/scrapbooking.html' title='scrapbooking'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Syh647un5lI/AAAAAAAADfM/ngBBmCkX7oQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-6622394476966460625</id><published>2009-12-09T21:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:28:32.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Traumatic Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the paper shredder, there is a picture of hand with a line across it, warning you to keep hands out of the shredder.  I always looked at that and thought........There is no way a hand could fit in there.  Well today, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brinley&lt;/span&gt; proved that it can.  Parker and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brinley&lt;/span&gt; were helping me shred papers this afternoon.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brinley&lt;/span&gt; and Parker were taking turns putting their papers in.  I think what  happened was that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brinley&lt;/span&gt; was holding her paper too close to the shredder part, while she was waiting for it to finish shredding Parker's paper, and the machine started to take &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brinley's&lt;/span&gt; paper before &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brinley&lt;/span&gt; was ready.  So she was trying to pull the paper out when her hand went in.  I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sitting&lt;/span&gt; right by her when it happened, but I was looking at a paper that I had in my hand, so I didn't see how her hand ended up in the machine.  She just started screaming.  I saw that her hand was being sucked in to the machine.  I grabbed a hold of her and her arm and tried to pull it out.  I couldn't get it out!  And I couldn't get the stupid machine to turn off!  Roger was down stairs in his office with the door closed when all of this happened.  So, I was screaming for Roger at the top of my lungs while I was trying &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; to save her hand from being sucked all the way in to the machine.  Parker and Alissa are standing there screaming their heads off because they are scared and don't know what to do.  Roger said that he heard some screaming from upstairs but figured it was just the kids playing.  He turned the volume down on his computer just to make sure it was nothing bad.  He said he could hear the terror in our screams and he came running upstairs as fast as he could.  Right as Roger got to us, the machine turned off and I was able to get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brinley's&lt;/span&gt; hand out.  I was so sure that it was going to be a bloody mess, because her hand was in there pretty far.  Luckily there was no blood.  Her fingers are just bruised and there is a little cut on one of them.  When we had her hand out and realized that she was okay, it was such a relief.  We sat down on the couch with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brinley&lt;/span&gt; to look more closely at her fingers and give her loves, that was the point where Me, Alissa, and Parker just started crying.  It was a terrifying experience.  I could not get her hand out and that stupid machine was sucking it in farther and farther!  As we were crying and trying to calm down, Parker said, "Mom, my heart is going boom, boom, boom really fast?"  We all stopped crying for a little bit to say a prayer and thank Heavenly Father for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brinley's&lt;/span&gt; hand not getting all cut up, then we had some hot chocolate and watched a Christmas movie to help get the scariness out of our minds.  After the movie we went out to dinner and walked around &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;.  It was bedtime by the time we got back home.  When we said our bedtime prayer, Alissa said, "......thank you for letting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brinley&lt;/span&gt; be okay....and if there were any of our relatives, who have already died, that were there and helped us, tell them thank you also."  I thought that was really cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-6622394476966460625?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/6622394476966460625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/12/traumatic-experience.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/6622394476966460625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/6622394476966460625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/12/traumatic-experience.html' title='A Traumatic Experience'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-2886614926879702492</id><published>2009-11-15T15:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:02:25.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God, Open Your Door to My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;This is a poem that Shelley wrote while our mom was sick. I think Shelley has an amazing talent for poetry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;God, Open Your Door to My Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;God of the heavens and stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;in my heart a simple prayer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;I humbly call out to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;to help me from way up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;It is a personal challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;that needs your open door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;I pray to you with all my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;for the courage to endure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;I share the pains of my Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;who is probably going to die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;she has always been close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;and I don't want to say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Her loving ways are in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;and her pains I hate to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;God, please help us to be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;when she leaves our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Please open your door of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;and help us to heal from pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;when she has to leave us behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;help us to face the fallen rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;-Shelley Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-2886614926879702492?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/2886614926879702492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-6560597706949555196</id><published>2009-11-01T10:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T10:13:06.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Trick-or-Treating was a lot of fun. The kids got a ton of candy! We went to the trunk-or-treat at our church. The kids came home with their pumpkin containers filled almost to the top. Then I told the kids to dump all of their candy out, so we could go trick-or-treating around the neighborhood. We went trick-or treating at 6:00pm and came home just a little before 8:00pm. They were able to get their baskets filled almost to the top again. They had so much fun. It was funny, because when we first went out, the kids were racing from house to house and I had a hard time keeping up with them. After a while they started walking from house to house and by the end, I was practically pushing them, telling them "We're almost home." Even though they were so tired at the end, they still asked to go to more houses. But at the rate they were walking, it would have taken us an hour to go down one more street, plus Parker and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brinley&lt;/span&gt; weren't even carrying their baskets anymore. They said the baskets were too heavy and had me carry them for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-6560597706949555196?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/6560597706949555196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/6560597706949555196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/6560597706949555196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-4356044635037243127</id><published>2009-11-01T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T10:00:54.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5449784e6a41334d6a493d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook: Halloween 2009" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5449784e6a41334d6a493d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-4356044635037243127?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/4356044635037243127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/4356044635037243127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/4356044635037243127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-7056085443786094229</id><published>2009-10-29T09:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:17:03.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post Without Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parker is wearing his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;spider man&lt;/span&gt; pajamas.  He just noticed that there are flaps of material under the arm of his shirt.  It makes it look like he has wings.  So while I was sitting here deciding what I should write or if I even wanted to write, he climbed up on our tall kitchen stools and decided to fly.  We have tile floor in the kitchen and his landing did not go well.  I hurried and picked him up off of the floor and asked him if he fell.  He said "No.  I have wings!  I wanted to fly!"  Anyways, it was very funny and cute.  Probably a lot funnier if you were here to experience it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't blog very often and when I do I don't write very much.  It's more about the pictures.  I'm not a great writer so I post pictures.  I decided that I will try writing more.  I don't know if I'll really stick with it.  I'm very indecisive.  But right now, the plan is to write more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life has been crazy since I wrote last.  You just never know what is going to happen.  I've kept to myself a lot lately.  When life gets tough, that is when I want and need friends the most, but for some reason, that is when I keep to myself the most.   Life has been tough lately.  In August, my cousin lost his oldest son (age 8) in a car accident.  I rarely see my cousin and I've only seen his little boy a few times, but hearing that really broke my heart.  I just feel so bad that my cousin and his family have to go through the pain of losing a child.  It just upset me so bad.  His children are about the same age as mine and I just don't know that I could handle a trial like that.  So I cried for like a week when I heard about that.  I couldn't talk to anybody about it without bursting in to tears.  I'm just too sensitive and I can't stand to know other people are suffering.  It hurts my heart so bad.  I'm so glad that they have the gospel in their lives.  I don't know how people get through something like that with out the knowledge of a loving Heavenly Father and with out the knowledge that they will see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It wasn't long after all of that that I found out my sister-in-law has ovarian cancer.  I don't know much about it though.  I keep asking Roger to call and find out more, but he hasn't yet.  I know I could call, but I have a really hard time getting myself to call my in-laws.  I guess I just think because they are Roger's family, he should be the one to call them.  He's more comfortable with all of them and the conversation flows much smoother when he is talking to them rather than me talking to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After finding out about my sister-in-law, I start to feel a little worried.  So I schedule an appointment with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gynecologist&lt;/span&gt;.  At the appointment, she just tells me that I'm fine.  Everything I'm experiencing is normal and it comes with age.  But then she added that my weight may be contributing to some of the crazy things my body does.  So then I am really determined that I am going to lose weight.  I decided to try the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HCG&lt;/span&gt; diet.  When I first heard of it I thought it was crazy.  When I learned more about it, I thought it sounded  like a good idea.  So I did the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HCG&lt;/span&gt; diet.  It was really hard to stick with, but I did it and I lost 30lbs.  When you finish the really strict part of the diet, you are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to eat no sugar or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt; for 3 weeks.  You can add everything back into your diet after that.  Everyday you step on the scale.  Your goal is to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;maintain&lt;/span&gt; your ending weight for 6 weeks.  After that you can do the diet again if you need.  They claim that after the six weeks, you won't have to think as much about your weight.  You body should know by then that that is your new weight and so maintaining becomes much easier.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the first day of my six week &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt; (Saturday, October 3rd), I get a call from my sister letting me know that my mom is in the hospital.  I was so worried about my mom.  As soon as I got off of the phone with my sister, I just started crying.  Alissa, Parker and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brinley&lt;/span&gt; were pretty uncomfortable about my crying.  They came in the kitchen and stared at me.  Alissa asked why I was crying.  I told her that Grandma Bone was sick and I was just really worried about her.  I just really wanted her to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.  I couldn't get my emotions under control.  I just sat in the kitchen crying for a while.  The kids stood there for a little bit, unsure what to do, then one of them suggested that I should go wake up their daddy.  He works the graveyard shift so he had just gone to sleep recently.  I just thought it was funny that my crying made them so uncomfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here's what happened.  On Friday my mom was really sick and throwing up.  I guess ton Saturday morning she was still really sick and weak from throwing up.  Then she started having a hard time breathing.  Dad rushed her to the emergency room.  I'm not sure of all the details, I'm just telling you what I understood of what was happening.  There was some kind of a blockage, I don't know what the doctors had realized before they decided to operate, but I was told that it was an exploratory surgery to find what the problem was and fix it.  She was in surgery for about 3 hours I think.  They found a tumor (I'm not sure if it was in her stomach or by her stomach).  They removed the tumor and extra areas around it just in case it was cancerous, but they didn't think it was.  My mom had had her stomach stapled like 26 years ago.  So part of her stomach was not being used.  I think that is where the tumor was.  So they removed that part of her stomach.  I'm not sure if they did anything else.  A few days later they came back with the result that the tumor they removed was cancerous.  They said it was a rare and very aggressive form of stomach cancer.  That was the most devastating news ever!  I don't think I have ever cried so hard as I did after hearing that.  For 2 hours after hearing that news, my hands were numb and my arms tingled.  It was really weird, but I was too upset to care.  We haven't been able to learn anything else about the cancer.  They can't see how far the cancer has spread, until she recovers from her surgery.  She was in the hospital for 2 weeks after the surgery.  The day she got out of the hospital, we went to St. George.  Roger stayed for the weekend then came home, because he had to go to work and school.  Me and the kids stayed for the week.  Mom got out of the hospital on Friday the 16&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  They weren't going to let her leave the hospital because her white blood cell count was still up, but she just wanted to go home so bad, that the doctor gave in and let her leave.  She had to go back and see the doctor on Monday so he could make sure she was doing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.  On Monday, her white blood cell count had gone up.  So they did a scan and decided that they needed to operate again.  I don't understand it all, but there was a lot of fluid in areas that there shouldn't be fluid.  They decided to the operation the next day.  Mom couldn't eat after midnight and we were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be at the hospital at 1:30pm on Tuesday, October the 20&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  I really like being in st. George for that week, because I didn't feel as helpless as I had at home.  But it was hard being there and seeing my mom looking so scared.  I had a hard time, not bursting into tears.  I'm proud of myself for keeping it together.  We were at the hospital at 1:30pm and they didn't end up taking her in to surgery until 6:30pm.  So she had 5 hours to sit and worry and feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt; and hungry.  I felt so bad for her.  Before she went in to surgery, I pointed out that 31 years ago on that same day, she had also been in the hospital.  It was for something much happier though.  It was too have a baby (Me).  I was born on October 21st at 1:12am.  The surgery lasted for 4 hours.  As they were sewing her up, they noticed something leaking from her stomach.  There was a hole that they had not noticed before, so they had to fix that before they could stitch her back up.  We think that the hole in her stomach was what was causing her all the trouble after the last surgery.  That is why she wasn't recovering very well from the last surgery.  I'm glad they caught that.  She was in the ICU for 2 after the surgery.  I feel so bad for her, because she had such a hard time breathing after the first surgery and that was a problem again after this surgery.  It is so scary and so hard to see her so sick.  I left St. George on Saturday.  She was doing a lot better.  She was breathing easier.  Her body is so weak.  I don't know how long she will be in the hospital, but I think it will be a while.  Will still don't know anything about the cancer, which is just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;killing&lt;/span&gt; me.  My mom is very positive about the cancer though.  She is very determined to fight it.  She has already started using some essential oils that are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to help get rid of cancer.  She said she is very open minded about trying any method to get rid of it.  She is going to do whatever it takes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah.... so about my diet.  After all this stuff with my mom, I have gained 10lbs back.  I just had bigger things rather than my weight to worry about.  Plus I was feeling bitter because it was the stomach stapling that caused my mom all this trouble and I realized that these crazy get skinny quick diets are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; and dangerous and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not worth it!  I would rather be fat and alive than skinny and dead.  I want to be healthy, so I am still going to work at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weight loss&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm going to do it the hard way.  The way that takes time and won't kill you!  I'm going to eat healthy and exercise.  I feel really good about my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm so sad that it took something like this to help me to come to this realization.  I just know that I love all the people around me and I don't care what size they are, so why do I worry so much that other people care what size I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday we went to the Fall Carnival at Alissa and Parker's school.  It was horrible.  They decided to do it inside and block off half of the school.  It was so crowded you could hardly walk.  They &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; have it outside with bounce houses and fun stuff that you buy tickets to play on so the kids were excited about going.  We spent most of the time waiting in line.  A lot of the time we weren't sure what we were in line for (I'm short and can't see over people very well).  The kids spent one ticket to get their faces painted, then two tickets to eat a donut off of a string.  I couldn't stand to be in the school any longer, plus I couldn't see anything else that might be fun for the kids.  So I threw the rest of the tickets away and we went home.  It was the worst fall carnival I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; been to.  I hope that they realized what a bad idea that was, so they won't try and do something like that again next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-7056085443786094229?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/7056085443786094229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-without-pictures.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/7056085443786094229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/7056085443786094229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-without-pictures.html' title='A Post Without Pictures'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-9004443607587546421</id><published>2009-07-29T08:59:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:31:08.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We play outside in our little swimming pools all the time lately. I usually sit in a chair in the shade reading a book, while the kids play in the pools. It is a lot of fun for the kids and so nice for me, because I get to relax. Now that the kids are getting older I don't have to be right next to the pool holding on to one of them so they won't drown. It is so nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I have been taking lots of pictures and videos of all our fun and I thought it was about time that I share some of them. These pictures are from July 25&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. That was the weekend of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tremonton&lt;/span&gt; City Days. So in the morning we went to the park where they had a lot of bounce houses up and fun stuff like that for the kids. It was really hot, so when we got back we set up the swimming pools and cooled down. (I realized that we did that the last two years after we went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tremonton&lt;/span&gt; City Days. It is becoming a tradition for us.) Roger was with us playing outside. I don't get to relax and read a book when Roger comes out, because he always wants to play. We have lots of fun together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our neighbors were going out of town. They had a half of a watermelon left over from the 24&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; celebrations. They didn't want it to go bad while they were gone, so they brought it over to us. It was so yummy! I took pictures of Roger, Parker and Alissa taking big bites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBsjQfM7ZI/AAAAAAAADMM/tMoVw3gwVwk/s1600-h/101_3178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363906509175319954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBsjQfM7ZI/AAAAAAAADMM/tMoVw3gwVwk/s400/101_3178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBsi-BBWjI/AAAAAAAADME/qAhCHbw5g3k/s1600-h/101_3184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363906504216894002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBsi-BBWjI/AAAAAAAADME/qAhCHbw5g3k/s400/101_3184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBsilNr8_I/AAAAAAAADL8/ONdk-5lzvhI/s1600-h/101_3185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363906497559131122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBsilNr8_I/AAAAAAAADL8/ONdk-5lzvhI/s400/101_3185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brinley&lt;/span&gt; didn't want to come eat watermelon yet. she was having too much fun in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBrnyrh9LI/AAAAAAAADL0/Njskeh-EVF0/s1600-h/101_3191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363905487561684146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBrnyrh9LI/AAAAAAAADL0/Njskeh-EVF0/s400/101_3191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After eating the watermelon, Roger decided it was time for him to get in the pool. He convinced me to join him, but since I am the camera man, there are no pictures of me. I did set the video camera up before I got in so we have video of our pool fun. It's a long video, so I'm not gonna share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBrnvYWQ6I/AAAAAAAADLs/owGtWvgi6zM/s1600-h/101_3194--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363905486675919778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBrnvYWQ6I/AAAAAAAADLs/owGtWvgi6zM/s400/101_3194--.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roger stayed out and played in the water for a long time, but he had the hose with him for most of the time. So if you got too close, you got sprayed. The kids kept trying to sneak over and grab the hose &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he put it down, so they could spray him. But he always got the hose back and sprayed them worse than they got him. The kids loved it! They had a lot of fun. I only approached Roger if I had the camera in my hands, so he would not be able to spray me. But the camera did not stop him, he still sprayed me. He just sprayed my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBrnXVpL9I/AAAAAAAADLk/khkUhXtbamE/s1600-h/101_3198--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363905480222126034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBrnXVpL9I/AAAAAAAADLk/khkUhXtbamE/s400/101_3198--.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After Roger went in, Alissa made up an obstacle course. They ran through the sprinkler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBrnOytZZI/AAAAAAAADLc/2YK4S9EjLmE/s1600-h/101_3231--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363905477928117650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBrnOytZZI/AAAAAAAADLc/2YK4S9EjLmE/s400/101_3231--.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBrmt4CKlI/AAAAAAAADLU/ntxa8_8k4s8/s1600-h/101_3232--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363905469092080210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBrmt4CKlI/AAAAAAAADLU/ntxa8_8k4s8/s400/101_3232--.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBq6OJzhjI/AAAAAAAADLM/LRfjwN-knYI/s1600-h/101_3233--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363904704662439474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBq6OJzhjI/AAAAAAAADLM/LRfjwN-knYI/s400/101_3233--.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Through the other swimming pool. (I have a picture of it, but I couldn't get it in the right place on my post. I don't know why it won't let me move the pictures around right now, but it won't. So I just deleted it.) Then they slide down the slide and into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBq5zJV_zI/AAAAAAAADLE/e2158w3fDjQ/s1600-h/101_3228--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363904697412747058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBq5zJV_zI/AAAAAAAADLE/e2158w3fDjQ/s400/101_3228--.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBq5rG9RcI/AAAAAAAADK8/wZ7UZ7xiu7g/s1600-h/101_3234--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363904695255254466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBq5rG9RcI/AAAAAAAADK8/wZ7UZ7xiu7g/s400/101_3234--.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBq5Ky8LbI/AAAAAAAADK0/nWBef6Nrv1Q/s1600-h/101_3235--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363904686581362098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBq5Ky8LbI/AAAAAAAADK0/nWBef6Nrv1Q/s400/101_3235--.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After they finished playing obstacle course, Alissa asked me to take some pictures of her swimming. Ever since we went to visit Aunt Kelly and played in her big swimming pool, Alissa has been practicing going under the water so she won't be afraid. She almost drowned when she was at the pool at Kelly's. After that experience, Kelly started teaching her about being comfortable in the water and how to hold her breath when she goes under and a little about swimming. Alissa loved having Aunt Kelly teach her all that stuff. When ever she does a good job, she says that she thinks Aunt Kelly would be so proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBq41GfiPI/AAAAAAAADKs/9R4HTvO1UBc/s1600-h/101_3243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363904680757790962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBq41GfiPI/AAAAAAAADKs/9R4HTvO1UBc/s400/101_3243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We decided it was time to put the pools away. After we finished putting everything away, Alissa grabbed her bike and asked if we would take the training wheels off. She said she didn't want to use them anymore, because none of her friends used training wheels anymore. So Roger took them off. I was inside, but roger said she just got on the bike and started riding. she did really well. Roger was yelling for me to come see. I hurried out and took some pictures. I was so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; at how well she was doing. Roger had to teach her how to turn with out falling and help her with stopping. She has been out practicing everyday since then and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; is doing really well. She loves riding her bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBqOv0IqbI/AAAAAAAADKk/p2kyjrGxp5k/s1600-h/101_3250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363903957784111538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBqOv0IqbI/AAAAAAAADKk/p2kyjrGxp5k/s400/101_3250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker was just being goofy playing on the slide, so I had to take some pictures of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBqOEFdHeI/AAAAAAAADKc/WimqeJwWZGM/s1600-h/101_3254--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363903946045595106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBqOEFdHeI/AAAAAAAADKc/WimqeJwWZGM/s400/101_3254--.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brinley&lt;/span&gt; wanted pictures of her riding her scooter. She is starting to go really fast on it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBqOG71SBI/AAAAAAAADKU/65cYvrVzp5g/s1600-h/101_3264--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363903946810542098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBqOG71SBI/AAAAAAAADKU/65cYvrVzp5g/s400/101_3264--.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sky looked really cool with the clouds and the color, so I took some pictures. I looked up at the sky while I was taking this picture and I didn't see a white ball of something flying through the air. So I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; when I looked down at my picture and saw this. So I hurried and took another one. There was nothing. I'm sure it was probably just an insect or something that I didn't see and the light from the flash reflected off of it. I just thought it was fun. I like to imagine that it is something mysterious and unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBqN3XclPI/AAAAAAAADKM/6tFwOvmvr70/s1600-h/101_3294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363903942631396594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBqN3XclPI/AAAAAAAADKM/6tFwOvmvr70/s400/101_3294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the picture that I took right after I took the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBqNVyX9OI/AAAAAAAADKE/pmU8p48H9aY/s1600-h/101_3295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363903933617534178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBqNVyX9OI/AAAAAAAADKE/pmU8p48H9aY/s400/101_3295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-9004443607587546421?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/9004443607587546421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/9004443607587546421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/9004443607587546421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SnBsjQfM7ZI/AAAAAAAADMM/tMoVw3gwVwk/s72-c/101_3178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-4777914800799770164</id><published>2009-07-27T13:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:43:57.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Delia!  We Love You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is a Birthday video that we made for me niece Delia.  I tried to post it on facebook and my computer started giving me fits, so I will try to post it again later.  In order to get the video to fit on my blog, I had to change the speed on the video.  That is why everything is going fast.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d1d2594e78b8f131" 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%3Dd1d2594e78b8f131%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D30CEC4EAA83B7443A289907E46DE8DA8BAE9C4B5.4A62CC0B5060B2678EDE9F5F57D3556D43AEDB8B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd1d2594e78b8f131%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUdSer-d7Xf9reyaceZwlsfmwipQ&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%3Dd1d2594e78b8f131%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D30CEC4EAA83B7443A289907E46DE8DA8BAE9C4B5.4A62CC0B5060B2678EDE9F5F57D3556D43AEDB8B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd1d2594e78b8f131%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUdSer-d7Xf9reyaceZwlsfmwipQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-4777914800799770164?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/4777914800799770164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-delia-we-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/4777914800799770164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/4777914800799770164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-delia-we-love-you.html' title='Happy Birthday Delia!  We Love You!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-8768307393095237249</id><published>2009-07-22T22:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:50:13.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We made a video for the world's greatest Grandpa and Father.  Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e49a4660323fa9cf" 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://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De49a4660323fa9cf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D126B96590E6AFA00946507BB8D86BC316FEE2545.6F02A2938800D6D34D1530A96670EFAC419C02CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De49a4660323fa9cf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_ec2yKB_n84_rMw7UIIdz6_sryk&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://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De49a4660323fa9cf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D126B96590E6AFA00946507BB8D86BC316FEE2545.6F02A2938800D6D34D1530A96670EFAC419C02CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De49a4660323fa9cf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_ec2yKB_n84_rMw7UIIdz6_sryk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is a picture of my dad holding my sister Kristy.  I just wanted to post a picture of him and this was the first one I found.  I love my dad so much.  He is an amazing guy.  I am so blessed to be his daughter.  He works so hard to take care of all of us.  I'm just amazed at all the things he does and has done for us.  I love you Dad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361509830552615138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SmfoyM3aeOI/AAAAAAAADJs/56I9cQw-6F4/s400/dad+and+kristy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-8768307393095237249?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e49a4660323fa9cf&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/8768307393095237249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-grandpa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/8768307393095237249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/8768307393095237249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-grandpa.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandpa'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SmfoyM3aeOI/AAAAAAAADJs/56I9cQw-6F4/s72-c/dad+and+kristy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-3915035703650086801</id><published>2009-06-26T15:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:03:02.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Good Care of Archie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SkU_39ZkGCI/AAAAAAAAC4A/0Nj-iTVeyJA/s1600-h/101_2491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351753962806843426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SkU_39ZkGCI/AAAAAAAAC4A/0Nj-iTVeyJA/s400/101_2491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SkU_3sqhVbI/AAAAAAAAC34/4ff5vf8I8uk/s1600-h/101_2492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351753958314562994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SkU_3sqhVbI/AAAAAAAAC34/4ff5vf8I8uk/s400/101_2492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brinley was being way too cute this morning.  She was in the living room giving Archie loves.  Then she came in the kitchen and this is our conversation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brinley&lt;/em&gt; - Mommy.  Archie go to Aunt Kelly's?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jenny - &lt;/em&gt;Yup. Archie will go back to Aunt Kelly's in August.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brinley &lt;/em&gt;- Archie miss Aunt Kelly........He sad.........I KNOW!  I make Archie better!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I sing Archie a song Mom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jenny&lt;/em&gt; - I think Archie would love that!  That is a really good idea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brinley paused and thought for a moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brinley&lt;/em&gt; - Ummmm.........Can I sing........"Big Dogs Don't Cry"!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jenny&lt;/em&gt; - Ooohh.....That sounds like a song Archie will really like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brinley&lt;/em&gt; - Okay, Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then she ran into the living room to sing her song to Archie and give him more loves.  And I ran downstairs to get my camera.  She is such a cute, funny girl.  She is always making me laugh.  After she finished her song,  she said, "I made him better!  Archie happy now!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-3915035703650086801?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/3915035703650086801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/06/taking-good-care-of-archie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/3915035703650086801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/3915035703650086801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/06/taking-good-care-of-archie.html' title='Taking Good Care of Archie'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SkU_39ZkGCI/AAAAAAAAC4A/0Nj-iTVeyJA/s72-c/101_2491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-5049801344917403985</id><published>2009-05-20T22:19:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:43:18.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parker's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe my little boy is 5 yrs old!  Time goes by way too fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I had my first ultra sound, they noticed that Parker had some fluid around his heart.  Fluid around the heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; means there is an abnormality.  They couldn't find any reason for the fluid.  They looked at his heart every other week until he was born.  The fluid slowly went away.  By the time he was due, the fluid was all gone.  The doctor wanted me to have a C-section so we wouldn't put any stress on Parker's heart.  They checked Parker's heart right after he was born.  They couldn't see anything wrong so they let me hold him and nurse him.  They took Parker to the nursery while they got me settled in my room.  they had told me they would bring him to me as soon as I got all settled.  But they didn't bring him to me.  The doctor came in and told me that something was wrong so they admitted him to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt;.  About an hour after that, they came in and told me that they needed to life flight him to Primary Children's Hospital.  I had been prepared for Parker to be in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt;.  I went through that with Alissa and I knew I could handle it.  I was not prepared for Parker to be taken to another hospital.  I did not handle that well.  This is a picture of me holding Parker one more time before they flew him to Primary Children's.  My face is all red and puffy from all of the crying I was doing.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShThZroB-GI/AAAAAAAAC2M/GvGbTfOEdng/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338139289664485474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShThZroB-GI/AAAAAAAAC2M/GvGbTfOEdng/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roger went to Primary Children's Hospital to be with Parker.  Parker had a narrowing in his Aorta.  He had surgery the day after he was born.  Parker survived the surgery and so did we.  Here we are at Primary Children's Hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShThZUO0l6I/AAAAAAAAC2E/tvBmvC5i4O0/s1600-h/Picture1+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338139283384735650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShThZUO0l6I/AAAAAAAAC2E/tvBmvC5i4O0/s400/Picture1+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My handsome little baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShThZQrjnLI/AAAAAAAAC18/S9VDFFxclCE/s1600-h/Picture1+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338139282431515826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShThZQrjnLI/AAAAAAAAC18/S9VDFFxclCE/s400/Picture1+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first family photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShThZBC1nSI/AAAAAAAAC10/qEiv2DFZXTw/s1600-h/Picture1+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338139278234197282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShThZBC1nSI/AAAAAAAAC10/qEiv2DFZXTw/s400/Picture1+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are a few pictures of my handsome little baby boy.  I just can't believe how fast the time went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShThArOdUvI/AAAAAAAAC1c/uNNdDmqL69Q/s1600-h/100_2709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338138860060496626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShThArOdUvI/AAAAAAAAC1c/uNNdDmqL69Q/s400/100_2709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShThAGltifI/AAAAAAAAC1U/nBh_V_1JZqc/s1600-h/100_1056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338138850225916402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShThAGltifI/AAAAAAAAC1U/nBh_V_1JZqc/s400/100_1056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShThAO5Wl1I/AAAAAAAAC1M/KfF2PSy6aEI/s1600-h/100_0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338138852455782226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShThAO5Wl1I/AAAAAAAAC1M/KfF2PSy6aEI/s400/100_0935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some pictures from Parker's birthday.  The kids were so excited when they woke up.  I had decorated the house and set out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of fun little kn&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ick&lt;/span&gt;-knacks on the table.  They all had so much fun playing.  It was really hard to get them to go to school.  I had bought a treat for Parker to take to his class.  Parker was a little confused when it was time to go to school.  He thought that as soon as he turned five he would start going to Alissa's school.  He was pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; when he found out that he still had to go to his school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShTX9Z2drlI/AAAAAAAAC0s/GRGOHGMKlgE/s1600-h/101_1508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338128908252196434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShTX9Z2drlI/AAAAAAAAC0s/GRGOHGMKlgE/s400/101_1508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker's cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShTX9OgW3bI/AAAAAAAAC0k/zrYTHx-qVqI/s1600-h/101_1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338128905206685106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShTX9OgW3bI/AAAAAAAAC0k/zrYTHx-qVqI/s400/101_1519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went out to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShTX812cpoI/AAAAAAAAC0c/hVcexbNHzzs/s1600-h/101_1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338128898588452482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShTX812cpoI/AAAAAAAAC0c/hVcexbNHzzs/s400/101_1526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker opening his presents and Roger making a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShTX8r-wFaI/AAAAAAAAC0U/wC4SbxEAaMA/s1600-h/101_1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338128895938925986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShTX8r-wFaI/AAAAAAAAC0U/wC4SbxEAaMA/s400/101_1539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShTXKuk-UuI/AAAAAAAAC0E/UK_lGUBbSg8/s1600-h/101_1545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338128037642654434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShTXKuk-UuI/AAAAAAAAC0E/UK_lGUBbSg8/s400/101_1545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blowing out the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShTXJx2uzLI/AAAAAAAACzs/U6VMWaC7Wc0/s1600-h/101_1562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338128021342571698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShTXJx2uzLI/AAAAAAAACzs/U6VMWaC7Wc0/s400/101_1562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-5049801344917403985?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/5049801344917403985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/05/parkers-birthday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/5049801344917403985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/5049801344917403985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/05/parkers-birthday.html' title='Parker&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/ShThZroB-GI/AAAAAAAAC2M/GvGbTfOEdng/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-2779616816534196906</id><published>2009-05-20T21:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:51:16.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I deleted my last post, because I am feeling much better about my job.  I just have a hard time dealing with change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-2779616816534196906?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/2779616816534196906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-deleted-my-last-post-because-i-am.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/2779616816534196906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/2779616816534196906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-deleted-my-last-post-because-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-7232297300333619108</id><published>2009-04-27T20:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:59:45.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to salt Lake for my niece, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaylie's&lt;/span&gt; Birthday. Her birthday party was at Build a Bear. The kids loved it! They love their bears. That was the first time they had ever been to build a bear. I didn't get any good pictures of them holding their finished bears. Parker and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brinley&lt;/span&gt; were really tired and fussy by the time the party was over. Here's some pictures of the kids washing their bears.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SfZzX6WM0_I/AAAAAAAACzU/BC8-yuSPh0g/s1600-h/101_1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329574063676118002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SfZzX6WM0_I/AAAAAAAACzU/BC8-yuSPh0g/s400/101_1318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SfZzXtriiMI/AAAAAAAACzM/YffnF5MBb9s/s1600-h/101_1320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329574060275960002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SfZzXtriiMI/AAAAAAAACzM/YffnF5MBb9s/s400/101_1320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SfZzXaAmT-I/AAAAAAAACzE/F7q1afWw_bM/s1600-h/101_1329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329574054995578850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SfZzXaAmT-I/AAAAAAAACzE/F7q1afWw_bM/s400/101_1329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alissa hugging her finished bear. She named it Sparkles. Parker named his bear Parker and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brinley&lt;/span&gt; named her bear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brinley&lt;/span&gt;. I love my little ones! They are so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SfZzXRHB1DI/AAAAAAAACy8/V9kjyAzfBnY/s1600-h/101_1341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329574052606628914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SfZzXRHB1DI/AAAAAAAACy8/V9kjyAzfBnY/s400/101_1341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture of everybody at the party. My niece &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaylie&lt;/span&gt; is on the left. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brinley&lt;/span&gt; is sitting in the front with her cousins, Kendra and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kalista&lt;/span&gt;. Parker didn't want to be in the picture. He was pretty fussy by this point, so he is sitting off to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SfZzW18XiaI/AAAAAAAACy0/_NyrsGp7pww/s1600-h/101_1349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329574045314156962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SfZzW18XiaI/AAAAAAAACy0/_NyrsGp7pww/s400/101_1349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the party we went to pick up Roger from his brother Tyler's house. We visited with Tyler and Melissa for a while. It was a lot of fun. We stayed a lot later than we had planned on. They offered to let us stay the night, but we refused because we didn't have anything with us for sleeping over. So we left. We stopped at Wendy's and got some chicken nuggets for me and the kids to eat on the way home. Roger ordered a sandwich. We sat in the Parking lot while Roger ate his food, then we went on our way. We didn't make it very far. We got in a car accident. I drew a picture to help explain what happened. We came to a stop light. It was red, so we were stopping. Before we came to a complete stop, the light turned green. So we started to go. there was a black truck on our left. It was a little bit in front of us. A car going the other direction decided to turn left in front of us. The truck saw it coming and was able to swerve out of the way. We did not see it (due to the truck being there) until the car was right in front of us. We didn't really have time to react before we crashed. It was really scary. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329580095394239186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SfZ43AP3UtI/AAAAAAAACzc/qojUEADWzkc/s400/111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Roger was driving. The kids were really scared. They had a hard time calming down. Uncle Tyler came and picked us up. the kids were scared to get in the car. Tyler promised them that he would drive really slowly. It was a rough night. We got in the accident at 9:45pm. Luckily I had our winter jackets in the van. It was really cold outside. Before we had left to salt Lake, I remembered that we should take our jackets in case of an emergency. Roger told me that we didn't need them. I insisted that we did and I grabbed them anyway. Roger said, "Fine! You can rub it in my face if we have to use them." I am doing a good job at rubbing it in that I was right. Anyway, so we are all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I think. I have bruises from the seat belt and my neck really hurts. Parker woke up the next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; really sick. He had a fever and was throwing up. I took him to the doctor today and the doctor said that all of his symptoms could be caused by head trauma. They sent me to Ogden with him to get some pictures of his brain. we haven't heard anything about the results yet. If it was something bad, I'm sure we would have heard something by now. I hope that we don't find out anything bad. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tremonton&lt;/span&gt; when we are having a hard time, because you only have to tell one person and everybody will hear about it. After church, everybody had heard about it. We got a ton of phone calls on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; night we also had some visitors. People were very concerned. The relief society president brought us dinner on Sunday night. This morning my visiting teacher brought some doughnuts and juice over and tonight my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;brought&lt;/span&gt; over a plate of peanut butter bars. We are so blessed to have so many people that care about us. It has been rough, but knowing that there are so many people that care and are willing to help us how ever they can really helps to make me feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a scrapbook page that I made about our accident. I didn't take pictures of the accident. I was in a daze after it happened. I couldn't really think straight. I took pictures of the rental car (mini van) that we are driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SfZwev5uk4I/AAAAAAAACys/OoZy0vsQagM/s1600-h/140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329570882596541314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SfZwev5uk4I/AAAAAAAACys/OoZy0vsQagM/s400/140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-7232297300333619108?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/7232297300333619108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-went-to-salt-lake-for-my-niece.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/7232297300333619108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/7232297300333619108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-went-to-salt-lake-for-my-niece.html' title='Car Accident'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SfZzX6WM0_I/AAAAAAAACzU/BC8-yuSPh0g/s72-c/101_1318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-8011357310910086338</id><published>2009-04-21T18:13:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:16:05.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry for such a negative post last time. I have been really busy lately and I don't like it. I am a person who loves to be at home with family. I do not like to be busy or overwhelmed and I have been very busy and very overwhelmed lately. I am just not handling it very well. I do like blogging. I guess I was just having a bad day. I don't think I am going to use this blog for my weightloss. I might post some successes, but other than that, I will keep this as my family blog. I probably won't post very often, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to St. George over Easter. It was a lot of fun to see my family.  We took the kids hiking for the first time.  This is a picture of them ready to go hiking.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327311294218987410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5pZZPZZ5I/AAAAAAAACwM/1HqIanugH6s/s400/101_1020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We hiked Joe's Trail in Harrisburg.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327311298532574242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5pZpT1hCI/AAAAAAAACwU/CqUUfWHA148/s400/101_1022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We stopped a lot to take pictures.  The kids loved it.  It was a little scary hiking with Parker, though.  He was not afraid of anything.  After we took this picture, Parker refused to come down the way we had went up.  He wanted to climb down on the big rock.  Roger was next to him, so he could catch him if he fell.  I looked over just in time to see Parker falling face first into another rock.  Roger reached over and grabbed Parker's face, before it hit the rock.  It was such a close call.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327311301244902530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5pZzagXII/AAAAAAAACwc/2B-hTyT8UIM/s400/101_1038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327311307194399090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5paJk-eXI/AAAAAAAACwk/PQXzRTMxOpM/s400/101_1042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Walking with our cousins, Kaylie and Kendra, to go swimming.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5q2YcsTUI/AAAAAAAACyc/Mkad2hGR8aY/s1600-h/101_1052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327312891734150466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5q2YcsTUI/AAAAAAAACyc/Mkad2hGR8aY/s400/101_1052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sitting in the chair with cousins, Kalista and Kendra.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5q2R407-I/AAAAAAAACyU/IsHhjTyj0iA/s1600-h/101_1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327312889973108706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5q2R407-I/AAAAAAAACyU/IsHhjTyj0iA/s400/101_1058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Decorating Easter eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5q2FsAx4I/AAAAAAAACyM/XWMQbRbPLmw/s1600-h/101_1066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327312886698133378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5q2FsAx4I/AAAAAAAACyM/XWMQbRbPLmw/s400/101_1066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5q1ukV7BI/AAAAAAAACyE/AAzIOypmg1Q/s1600-h/101_1076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327312880491949074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5q1ukV7BI/AAAAAAAACyE/AAzIOypmg1Q/s400/101_1076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These pictures are from our second hike.  We went to Redcliffs.  This is a picture of the kids standing in a hollowed out tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5qfmgcrBI/AAAAAAAACx8/QWS7VznQswU/s1600-h/101_1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327312500371008530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5qfmgcrBI/AAAAAAAACx8/QWS7VznQswU/s400/101_1113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A picture with our cousins, Ben and Kristin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5qfUmAPKI/AAAAAAAACx0/eXIyCXLRmHg/s1600-h/101_1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327312495562472610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5qfUmAPKI/AAAAAAAACx0/eXIyCXLRmHg/s400/101_1127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5qfMssquI/AAAAAAAACxs/LKS9rd4Q1tU/s1600-h/101_1139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327312493443066594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5qfMssquI/AAAAAAAACxs/LKS9rd4Q1tU/s400/101_1139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I always have to take pictures of the kids jumping from bed to bed at the hotel.  It's fun to try and get good pictures of them while they are in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5qezWYBiI/AAAAAAAACxk/Wx63rq1WizU/s1600-h/101_1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327312486638552610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5qezWYBiI/AAAAAAAACxk/Wx63rq1WizU/s400/101_1196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5qetDjMYI/AAAAAAAACxc/4dEf3jJk0PA/s1600-h/101_1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327312484948980098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5qetDjMYI/AAAAAAAACxc/4dEf3jJk0PA/s400/101_1205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5p_DYzCNI/AAAAAAAACxU/KiAReM-UfKk/s1600-h/101_1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327311941187864786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5p_DYzCNI/AAAAAAAACxU/KiAReM-UfKk/s400/101_1208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing at the water park in St. George.  I love this water park.  It is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5p-9O-4dI/AAAAAAAACxM/TbtqFvJ-GVY/s1600-h/101_1213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327311939536085458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5p-9O-4dI/AAAAAAAACxM/TbtqFvJ-GVY/s400/101_1213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alissa had a bad fall.  I didn't realize that I had snapped a picture right as she was falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5p-pp7lJI/AAAAAAAACxE/5fGiQlp4uGw/s1600-h/101_1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327311934280406162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5p-pp7lJI/AAAAAAAACxE/5fGiQlp4uGw/s400/101_1255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5p-ei0-nI/AAAAAAAACw8/NqQGtx2Veb4/s1600-h/101_1258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327311931297823346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5p-ei0-nI/AAAAAAAACw8/NqQGtx2Veb4/s400/101_1258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brinley was really funny.  She sat in that same spot for most of the time we were there.  She wouldn't move, even when all of the other kids went somewhere else to play.  I don't know why she didn't move, but she seemed to be having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5p-JAVtDI/AAAAAAAACw0/0i2xQOlwD8k/s1600-h/101_1280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327311925516022834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5p-JAVtDI/AAAAAAAACw0/0i2xQOlwD8k/s400/101_1280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-8011357310910086338?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/8011357310910086338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry-for-such-negative-post-last-time.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/8011357310910086338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/8011357310910086338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry-for-such-negative-post-last-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Se5pZZPZZ5I/AAAAAAAACwM/1HqIanugH6s/s72-c/101_1020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-6212325589712196520</id><published>2009-04-06T21:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:56:50.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've decided that I don't like blogging as much as I used to.  I haven't been feeling very great about myself for a while now.  I've gained too much weight and I am having a horrible time losing it.  I find that when I read other blogs, I end up feeling worse about myself.  I love to know how all my friends and family are doing, but because I am feeling so bad about myself, reading about how great life is for everybody else, just ends up making me feel worse about myself.  I am going to stop reading other people's blogs for awhile.  I was thinking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; this post to let everybody know that I am going to quit blogging, but while I was thinking of what I would write I came up with an idea.  I have been struggling with my weight for a while now.  I was thinking that maybe I could use my blog to write about my weight loss ups and downs.  I think it might be a little embarrassing, but I don't really think that many people read my blog anyway.  I will write about what I accomplish each day (what I ate and what exercise I did and how I'm feeling about it).  If anyone has any advice or any ideas that I should do instead of what I am already doing, I would appreciate what ever help I can get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My best ideas for losing weight always seem to come to me when I am eating or doing something really unhealthy.  The blog idea came to me while I was eating a big bowl of cereal at 10:00pm.  I worked until 8:00pm.  When we got home, Parker was asleep so he just went to bed, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brinley&lt;/span&gt; and Alissa said they were hungry first, so I fed them some food and put them to bed.  As soon as I get the kids all settled down and in bed, my brain always tells me that I need a treat to help me relax.  I've had a long hard day taking care of kids, so now I should relax with some yummy food.  I tell myself this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every night&lt;/span&gt;.  This, I know, is a big reason that I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gaining&lt;/span&gt; and not losing weight.  I need to stop doing this.  Does anybody have any suggestions or ideas that can help me change my comforting and rewarding myself with food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My goals for tomorrow are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-make healthier food choices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-jog/walk on my treadmill for 30 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-do my buns of steel work out video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-start my day with scripture study and a prayer to help me accomplish my goals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will try to post everyday on my progress.  I decided that it is best if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;focus&lt;/span&gt; on one day at a time.  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every night&lt;/span&gt;, I will set my goals for the next day.  I'm not ready to let everybody know how much I weigh, but I will let you know how much weight I am losing or gaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-6212325589712196520?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/6212325589712196520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-decided-that-i-dont-like-blogging.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/6212325589712196520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/6212325589712196520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-decided-that-i-dont-like-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-7764515231294734142</id><published>2009-03-12T12:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:07:52.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what I've been up to lately.  I have had a hard time with pictures do to camera issues.  But I finally got it figured out.  this post has pictures that were taken with my phone and with a camera that Regan is letting me borrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After being inside the house all week with pneumonia, we decided to spend sometime outside.  I think this was on Monday the 2nd.  I'm not sure though.  It was a really warm day.  We stayed outside for 5 hours.  It just felt so nice to be outside, we didn't want to go in.  I took a little table in the front yard and worked on some recipes that I was writting on recipe cards, while the kids played in the front yard.  We went outside right after we finished eating lunch.  After Alissa got home from school, we walked over to the school playground and played for a while.  We took 2 basketballs with us.  We played on the playground, played basketball, and we played hopscotch.  The kids loved it and I did too.  It felt so could to get out of the house and breath some fresh air.  We used my phone to take some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first three pictures are of Alissa and Parker sliding across on the glider thingy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312380238503914290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SbldrkPUqzI/AAAAAAAACu8/hy7NeLlx06k/s400/0303091542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312380245145092178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sbldr8-tAFI/AAAAAAAACvE/zBSLvoT5y4Q/s400/0303091543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312380245068741218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sbldr8sf-mI/AAAAAAAACvM/8SIcKlxgAJQ/s400/0303091543c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Parker on the slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SblevSAFTdI/AAAAAAAACvs/yTPl6g5hF_8/s1600-h/0303091547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312381401839259090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SblevSAFTdI/AAAAAAAACvs/yTPl6g5hF_8/s400/0303091547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brinley didn't play on anything.  She just watched.  It take her awhile to warm up to all the playground equipment.  She wanted to slide, but she felt to afraid, so she didn't.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312381400827936738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SblevOO9v-I/AAAAAAAACvk/UQ4Eft5WXho/s400/0303091546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SbldscPKPxI/AAAAAAAACvc/oDz43Fz-vjc/s1600-h/0303091545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312380253535616786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SbldscPKPxI/AAAAAAAACvc/oDz43Fz-vjc/s400/0303091545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312380249113610642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SbldsLw3yZI/AAAAAAAACvU/UU8B9Q-QWAA/s400/0303091543d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was finally feeling better and was ready to go back to work and normal life, when Kristy called with the news that she was going to have her baby.  She had some issues that I'm not sure what they are, but the doctor said that if she wanted to be able to have an epidural, he needed to enduce her soon.  So she planned on having her baby on Wednesday.  So, I took another week off of work and headed to Salt Lake to stay with Kristy's kids while she had her baby.  The first pictures are taken with my cell phone.  Parker likes to take my phone any chance he gets and take pictures.  So all of these pictures were taken by Parker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture of my niece, Kalista.  She is such a cute little girl.  I love her face.  She has a very cute face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312381402356375314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SblevT7X3xI/AAAAAAAACv0/TvMMIbNHd4Y/s400/0305090904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I love this picture that Parker took of Kendra.  Kendra and Parker are the same age.  Kendra was born a month after Parker.  The funny thing about them is that both of them are having speech issues.  They both talked the same for a long time.  Now, I think that it is a little easier to understand Kendra than it is to understand Parker.  They have both made a ton of progress.  I love Kendra.  She is such a sweet girl.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312381409325598770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sblevt49yDI/AAAAAAAACv8/iMBDPeZlMF0/s400/0305090907a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is Alissa playing the computer or "puter" as Brinley calls it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312381405737107970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SblevghZwgI/AAAAAAAACwE/2H9C7Rf5nAA/s400/0305090908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On Thursday Kristy's husband, Shan, took the kids to go see their new baby brother.  While he had his kids, I took my little ones and we went to Regan's house.  I was showing Regan the joys of digital scrapbooking.  Regan has her computer hooked up to their big screen TV.  At first, I thought that would be fun.  But it's not.  Because you have to stand right up in front of it and look staight up.  It kind of hurts my neck.  While I was showing Regan scrapbooking stuff, I started taking about my bad camera issues.  My camera broke.  Then my parents let me borrow their old camera.  I just don't like their old camera.  It doesn't take as great of pictures as my camera did.  I was really sad about it.  While I was telling her my sad camera story, she went down the hall and got her old camera.  She is letting me borrow it until we can afford to buy a camera (we want to buy a nice one, that's why we can't afford it yet).  I am so happy!  Her camera is very nice!  Thank you Regan!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first picture I took with Regan's camera.  It is Parker with a goofy face, standing in the living room.  you can see the TV being used as the computer in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312377003462851602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SblavQxbfBI/AAAAAAAACts/OljyQDtBh1U/s400/101_0698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After Regan's house, we went back to Kristy's.  Shan bought us pizza.  Then he went back to the hospital with Kristy.  Here is a picture of the kids sitting on the air mattress that I had set up in Kristy's living room.  We literally camped out in Kristy's living room.  I brought my tent and set it up for the kids to sleep in.  I thought that all the kids would like that. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312377015856563410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sblav-8UhNI/AAAAAAAACt0/OyIe8NF1Qj4/s400/101_0699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312377014214256178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sblav40w5jI/AAAAAAAACt8/h4B7oaofVls/s400/101_0700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312377021813839986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SblawVIpWHI/AAAAAAAACuE/JtcrUUA-Sos/s400/101_0702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is a cute picture of Brinley and Kalista.  They are potty animals!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312377025885224690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SblawkTVvvI/AAAAAAAACuM/_iAJFFILrBc/s400/101_0707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is a picture of Kaylie.  She could hardly wait for me to let the air out of the air mattress.  She loves to jump and play on it while the air is going out.  Kaylie is the same age as Alissa.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312377866327258962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SblbhfMVd1I/AAAAAAAACuU/hVZl6ORSoRM/s400/101_0709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312377874943665186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sblbh_SpZCI/AAAAAAAACuc/XC8WdZEuYCI/s400/101_0711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is the new addition to the Family.  This is Stockton Lee Grimes.  Kristy and Shan finally got a little boy!  They were worried.  My parents kept hoping for a little boy and never got one.  They had seven girls and no boys.  Boys have been rare on my side of the family.  I have 16 nieces and nephews.  10 nieces and 6 nephews.  The boys are making a comeback.  In October of 2008 I had 10 nieces and 4 nephews.  So far all of my sister's have had girls first, but maybe because the boys are making a comeback, Missy's first baby will be a boy.  That would be fun.  Just a little something to think about.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312377882551483826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SblbiboffbI/AAAAAAAACuk/GBU-G7MMszE/s400/101_0712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312377888208050386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SblbiwtH2NI/AAAAAAAACus/Sh27cIsitKo/s400/101_0713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We are finally back home!  Here is Alissa trying to get caught up on her homework.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312377894031611682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SblbjGZkVyI/AAAAAAAACu0/i1wYmQI2Now/s400/101_0715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-7764515231294734142?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/7764515231294734142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/7764515231294734142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/7764515231294734142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-post.html' title='A Long Post'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SbldrkPUqzI/AAAAAAAACu8/hy7NeLlx06k/s72-c/0303091542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-6555840421091090086</id><published>2009-03-02T18:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:28:09.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am feeling a lot better.  I still feel a little tired and weak, but I am feeling much better than I have been.  When I went to the doctor for the pneumonia, he looked in my ear and couldn't see anything because there was too much ear wax.  My ears produce too much ear wax.  So the doctor told me to get some ear drops that would help break up the ear wax and get it out of my ears.  I started using it and I felt like it was working.  But two days ago I was using the drops and it made my ear be clogged.  When I couldn't get my left ear unclogged, I decided not to put the drops in the other ear until I could hear out of my left ear again.  This morning when I woke up and I still couldn't hear out of my left ear, I decided to go see the doctor.  The doctor said they would clean out my ears for me.  He told me that while they did it I would feel a lot of pressure and it would probably hurt a little.  He also told me that when they finished, my ears will probably hurt for a day or two, I might have headaches and feel dizzy, and if some blood comes out of my ear, don't panick because that is normal.  So I was a little bit nervous about having it done.  It didn't really hurt that bad.  I was dizzy afterward.  The dizziness as come and gone through out the day.  I have not had any headaches yet.  My ears don't hurt.  My ears have not started to bleed yet either.  So that is good.  I'm pretty sure that if it was going to hurt or bleed, that would have happened by now.  So I'm relieved that it was not as terrible as the doctor told me it was going to be.  Ohh...yah.......I'm also really happy to be able to hear again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alissa just informed me that she wants to have green eggs for dinner.  She said that they had green eggs at school.  They are celebrating Dr. Suess' birthday this week.  So she explained to me that if I use food coloring, I can make the eggs green.  She was curious about it when she had them at lunch, so she asked someone and they told her how it is done.  She is such a smart girl.  So I am off to make some green eggs for the kids.  Brinley and Parker are so excited about it that they are dancing around in the living room.  Roger doesn't all the noise, so he just sent them downstairs to jump around and be loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-6555840421091090086?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/6555840421091090086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/03/feeling-better.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/6555840421091090086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/6555840421091090086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/03/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling Better'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-9157797876931528392</id><published>2009-02-28T11:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:12:04.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah, Blah, Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sick!  I have pneumonia and it is not fun.  I am so tired of being sick!  This has not been a competely miserable sickness, but it just feels like it is never going to go away!  I have not felt very uncomfortable, just really tired.  Except for last night.  I didn't take my ibuprofen or any of the cough syrup that the doctor had recomended.  I thought that I would be fine if I skipped a dose.  I was wrong!  I woke up feeling miserable!  So I hurried and took my medicine.  Now I'm back to not feeling uncomfortable, just feeling tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've had a lot of time to think while I've been resting and I came up with an idea for another blog.  So my new blog is  &lt;a href="http://mycraftsblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mycraftsblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.  It is a craft blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-9157797876931528392?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/9157797876931528392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah-blah-blah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/9157797876931528392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/9157797876931528392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah, Blah, Blah'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-1397654658653394321</id><published>2009-02-18T19:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:18:33.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to post more often.  Sorry everybody.  Hopefully things will not be so busy eventually.  I miss being bored.  Life has just gotten way too busy.  I remember a time, when Alissa was a baby, that Roger and I got soooo bored.  We had a long talk about how nice it would be when we have more kids and life is busier.  If only we could have seen into the future and known what it would be like and how we would feel about being so busy.  We would have appreciated that time instead of wishing for things to get busier.  We did enjoy that time, but not as much as we could have, had we not felt sorry for ourselves for being so bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-1397654658653394321?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/1397654658653394321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-need-to-post-more-often.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/1397654658653394321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/1397654658653394321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-need-to-post-more-often.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-7323611498500847921</id><published>2009-01-19T12:16:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:57:06.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I am having a hard time getting myself to blog lately. Taking pictures is just not very fun, since our camera broke. I've been using an old one that my parents had and it is very dissappointing. It does not take as good of pictures as our old camera. Our video camera is really a let down too. We bought it a few years ago and it has always been bad. So let me just warn you, JVC made a very crappy digital video camera, and they are not very helpful. We've had to send in two times, since we bought it, for repairs. It took a lot of calling until we finally were told where to send the camera to be fixed. After we sent it, they said it was fixed and they sent it back. I tried it as soon as we got it back. They had fixed the problem we sent it in for, but it would no longer record sound. so we had to send it in again! very frustrating! The first time it broke was 4 months after we bought it. This camera has been a hugh dissappointment, right from the start.&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 align="center"&gt;I'm just feeling really blah! lately......that's the reason for such a negative post. We have just been busy with life. I'm busy with taking care of the kids, the house, and working my part time job. There is just not enough time in the day. Roger is always busy with school and working. We will find out in 2 weeks if all of that is going to be changing. Roger might be getting layed of from his job at Autoliv. He builds the initiator for airbags (the part that explodes and makes the bag fill up with air). His job title is Explosives Handler and Mix tech. The automotive industry is not doing so well and that means there is not a demand for airbags. They had a work meeting on Thursday and they told everybody that they needed to do something. They asked for people to volunteer to be layed off or take a leave of absence. they said in two or three weeks, after people have had a chance to volunteer, they will start laying people off. I think they are needing to get rid of 30% of the employees. So, we just don't know what will happen. I really don't like not knowing what will happen. It makes me crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a lighter note.  There is a website that you can find out who your related to (noteable people in the church, royalty, people in American history, royalty, etc.).  It is a lot of fun.  I come from a long line of royalty.  Here is a link to the website &lt;a href="http://roots.cs.byu.edu/"&gt;http://roots.cs.byu.edu/&lt;/a&gt;.  I am related to Thomas Edison.  He is my 6th cousin 4 times removed.  A lot of the people that I am related to are _cousins _times removed.  But the royalty is different.  I am a direct descendent of a lot of royalty.  They are listed as my 26th, 27th,etc. great grandparents.  Another fun one is my 11th great grandfather is William Brewster who was a traveller on the Mayflower.  To find your ancesters you have to have an AFN # for the relative that you use to start the search.  The website tells you how to find the AFN #'s.  But for anyone in my Family who wants to do a search on the Bone side.  Vera Coulam's # is 35MR-QC and Jay Martin Bone is 35MR-P6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been doing a lot of scrapbooking lately, so I thought I would just post some of the pages I have done.  I have a lot of scrapbooking to do to get caught up.  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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SXTglu1Dy2I/AAAAAAAACnA/oLf0h70-eVo/s400/64.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293102639340660498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SXTgznGVJxI/AAAAAAAACnI/AM1Q3_mwjQw/s400/12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293102638052994642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SXTgziTU7lI/AAAAAAAACnQ/KxSpwLJ9M-k/s400/8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-7323611498500847921?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/7323611498500847921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-having-hard-time-getting-myself-to.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/7323611498500847921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/7323611498500847921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-having-hard-time-getting-myself-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SXTg0aj_-_I/AAAAAAAACnY/jI8F1qkbvco/s72-c/5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-3339529741449754424</id><published>2008-12-27T22:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:31:07.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We always spend Christmas at our house.  Then, after the presents are all opened and we've played for a little bit, we go to Salt Lake and visit family.  We did things a little differently this year.  On Christmas eve, Roger checked the weather.  It looked like there was going to be a pretty bad storm.  We figured the roads would be too bad for us to drive to Salt Lake on Christmas.  We didn't want to drive in bad weather and we didn't want to miss out on seeing our family on Christmas.  So we decided that we would go to Salt Lake that night and spend Christmas Eve with Roger's mom.  It was about 4:00 pm when we decided this, so we needed to hurry.  We had the kids play in a room upstairs while we loaded all their presents out to the van.  None of the presents were wrapped.  We threw a big blanket over them.  Then we loaded the rest of our stuff.  The whole time that we were hurrying to get everything packed and loaded, I just couldn't decide how I felt about this decision we had made.  I don't like change.  And I have always spent Christmas at my house.  I was very unsure about being somewhere else on Christmas Eve.  Everything worked out well.  We made it to Roger's Mom's house with out any problems.  The kids were really excited.  We had a lot of fun.  My nieces and nephew also stayed over at Roger's mom's house.  It was really fun to spend Christmas with them.  After we opened our presents in the morning, we packed up our stuff and headed to my sister, Linda's, house to spend some time with my family.  It was a really fun day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Christmas Eve we opened one present.  Brinley was so excited when she opened her gift.  She kept saying "Wow!" everytime someone opened a present.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284710155847513378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SVcP4xwwtSI/AAAAAAAACkI/lOFnZd0K-LA/s400/DCP_2139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Parker and Roger opening a new spiderman toy. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284710161137819682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SVcP5FeEYCI/AAAAAAAACkQ/7oH8Vr9KqLY/s400/DCP_2136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alissa got a camera!  She really wanted one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284710164917872242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SVcP5TjTZnI/AAAAAAAACkY/Z-wiJPBS3dE/s400/DCP_2141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Time to go to sleep so Santa can come.  Roger leaned his head in right as I snapped the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SVcP5vvwkGI/AAAAAAAACkg/4Z9w4rKEDrU/s1600-h/DCP_2143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284710172486307938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SVcP5vvwkGI/AAAAAAAACkg/4Z9w4rKEDrU/s400/DCP_2143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's Christmas morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284710173938937138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SVcP51KF7TI/AAAAAAAACko/6w9X8SPtchk/s400/DCP_2145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284711044178743298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SVcQsfDbkAI/AAAAAAAACkw/JqVsKHITock/s400/DCP_2146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284711044904576562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SVcQshwe5jI/AAAAAAAACk4/vqmw2gddN2o/s400/DCP_2150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I didn't get any good pictures of Alissa opening her presents.  I'm a little dissappointed about that.  I didn't get any of Brinley either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284711050043084338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SVcQs05mTjI/AAAAAAAAClA/qbjYyB6NSmU/s400/DCP_2155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O.... I almost forgot to tell about our drive home.   So the big storm that we were afraid to drive in turned out to be a lot of rain in Salt Lake.  We checked the weather before we left to come home.  It showed that it was raining in Tremonton, but a storm wasd going to hit soon.  We thought we had a few hours before the storm hit.  We loaded the car and headed home.  On the way, Roger called a friend who was in Tremonton.  His friend told him that it was snowing and that it had been snowing all day.  After Roger got off the phone with his friend, my mom called and said that the news just said that 800 homes in Tremonton were without power.  We were in Layton at this point and it was sprinkling.  The weather was not bad at all.  But there was a sign saying that the freeway was closed at the idaho border.  So we knew that somewhere the storm was going to get bad.  We just didn't know where.  I called my neighbor and asked if the power was out.  It wasn't.  Then I asked her about the weather and she said that it hasn't been bad.  I asked if it was snowing and she said no.  We were confused since Roger's friend had told us that the weather was really bad.  So Roger called his brother-in-law, Scott, and asked him where he was and what the weather was like.  He was in Brigham City and he said it was only raining.  So we're thinking that maybe we won't have to drive in any bad weather.  Maybe the storm gets bad after you pass Tremonton.  We were very wrong.  In Willard the storm got bad.  There was no warning.  It didn't start raining harder and then turn into snow.  It just went from a little rain to a white out.  We could hardly see anything.  It was very scary.  We were going 20 mph for most of the drive home.  It was horrible.  I was so scared!  We managed to make it home.  The funny thing was that we made it through some really scary roads (cars were sliding off all around us, but we managed to make it without getting stuck) but when we got home, we got stuck.  We couldn't get in the driveway.  The snow was really deep and we got stuck on the sidewalk.  We carried the kids inside and decided to wait until morning to move the van.  While I was carrying in Christmas presents, someone stopped and offered to help.  They helped us backout and Roger tried one more time to pull into the driveway.  He came really close to taking out the basketball hoop, but he got the car in the driveway.  In the morning we dug the van out and moved it all the way into the driveway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-3339529741449754424?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/3339529741449754424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/3339529741449754424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/3339529741449754424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SVcP4xwwtSI/AAAAAAAACkI/lOFnZd0K-LA/s72-c/DCP_2139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-7003408763119356508</id><published>2008-12-14T11:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T11:03:34.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moser family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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I love it! Thanksgiving was a lot of fun. We spent it with Roger's family this year. The kids had a lot of fun. They love playing with their cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent the day after Thanksgiving cleaning the house really well. I don't think it is fun to set up all the Christmas stuff unless the house is clean. We needed to clean the kids' room and organize their playroom to make room for the new toys that Santa will be bringing. We also had to get caught up on the laundry. We got it all done! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went shopping on Black Friday and it was crazy!  I have never done this before, because I have heard stories and I was a little afraid.  I really wanted to get a power wheels jeep for the kids.  They had one on sale at Walmart for $88.00.  That is why I decided to go shopping on Black Friday.  I planned to wake up at 3:15am, get dressed, drive to the Brigham City Walmart, and be there by 4:00am so I could do my price match shopping before the sale starts.  I ended up waking up at 1:30am.  I think I was just over thinking everything and feeling a little nervous because of all the stories I had heard.  I decided to turn the tv on to help me get back to sleep.  I ended up watching a show called 'World's Dumbest Shoppers'  It did not calm my nerves at all.  They showed videos of people getting trampled and just being really dumb, trying to get a good deal.  I managed to fall back asleep at 2:45am.  Then I woke up to my alarm at 3:15am.  I made it over to Walmart at 4:00am like I had planned.  There were a lot of people and everybody was lined up by the item they wanted to get.  I went to find the power wheels jeeps.  When I found them they only had 15 jeeps!  And a lot more than 15 people waiting to take one.  There were 2 or 3 people holding on to each box, so that when it turned 5:00am they could grab it.  I knew there was no way that I was going to get one.  Most people there had 2 or 3 people with them.  I asked a few people which one they were planning on taking.  A lot of people were trying for the same box.  I knew there was going to be a fight, so I decided to just stand back and watch.  I called Roger and asked him if he would try to buy one online for me.  It was rediculous to watch everyone fighting over those jeeps.  A Walmart employee had to come over and break it up.  I don't think I will be doing that again.  Roger got online at 5:01am and they were all sold out online.  Crazy huh!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   November 29th is our anniversary! Roger and I have been married for seven years! Time goes by so fast. I can hardly believe that it has been seven years.  Here are some of our wedding pictures.  I would write more about our wedding, but I have to go to work soon.  Maybe I will write more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWkzh1cAgI/AAAAAAAACj4/tptptLvnr2M/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275303743697191426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWkzh1cAgI/AAAAAAAACj4/tptptLvnr2M/s400/blog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWkzBen4aI/AAAAAAAACjw/saRJz1DQJJA/s1600-h/blog5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275303735011565986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWkzBen4aI/AAAAAAAACjw/saRJz1DQJJA/s400/blog5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWky8v_7QI/AAAAAAAACjo/nS7EiU5nA-E/s1600-h/blog+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275303733742267650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWky8v_7QI/AAAAAAAACjo/nS7EiU5nA-E/s400/blog+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWkpspTR1I/AAAAAAAACjg/RJ4Iy3hsSK8/s1600-h/blog+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275303574800385874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWkpspTR1I/AAAAAAAACjg/RJ4Iy3hsSK8/s400/blog+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWkpAsFkYI/AAAAAAAACjY/dH0t0BPoBIc/s1600-h/blog+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275303563000910210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWkpAsFkYI/AAAAAAAACjY/dH0t0BPoBIc/s400/blog+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWkpP1zcBI/AAAAAAAACjQ/dNtfZ_XvHLE/s1600-h/blog+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275303567068196882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWkpP1zcBI/AAAAAAAACjQ/dNtfZ_XvHLE/s400/blog+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWko2nYaxI/AAAAAAAACjI/d3sc3GyyzaU/s1600-h/blog+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275303560296819474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWko2nYaxI/AAAAAAAACjI/d3sc3GyyzaU/s400/blog+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWko4de9xI/AAAAAAAACjA/mfhfsLsF0vI/s1600-h/blog+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275303560792176402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWko4de9xI/AAAAAAAACjA/mfhfsLsF0vI/s400/blog+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Saturday morning we woke up and decorated the house for Christmas. The kids decorated the tree all by themselves. I just pulled out all the ornaments and handed them to them. Last year when we decorated the tree, I was sad that we didn't have very many ornaments, so I looked online and got a ton of ideas of how to make different ornaments. We made a lot of ornaments last year. During the summer somebody gave me a bunch of ornaments that they were getting rid of. So we have a lot of ornaments this year. The tree is full of them! Here is Alissa getting another ornament to put on the tree. She loves decorating the tree.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWYjMSG_mI/AAAAAAAACi4/t2my6S8YdB0/s1600-h/DCP_2026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275290268894428770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWYjMSG_mI/AAAAAAAACi4/t2my6S8YdB0/s400/DCP_2026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; toward the end of decorating the tree, Alissa kept saying, "Aren't we done yet? There is no more room to put more ornaments." Then Alissa had an idea. she thought that it would look great if she hung some ornaments in the tree instead of on the outside where they can be seen easily. In order to do this, she felt that she needed to climb under the tree and hang the ornaments. So here is a picture of Alissa under the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWYiNQrDJI/AAAAAAAACio/9DHxmINF3ns/s1600-h/DCP_2028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275290251976969362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWYiNQrDJI/AAAAAAAACio/9DHxmINF3ns/s400/DCP_2028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker thought that hanging the ornaments in the tree was a great idea also. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275290263844707954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWYi5eKXnI/AAAAAAAACiw/t_q6DzLrrYo/s400/DCP_2027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWYiJ7WLfI/AAAAAAAACig/TQBBFO5kC6g/s1600-h/DCP_2030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275290251082214898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWYiJ7WLfI/AAAAAAAACig/TQBBFO5kC6g/s400/DCP_2030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are finished!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWYh4YxFHI/AAAAAAAACiY/gPPRzSAKZyM/s1600-h/DCP_2033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275290246373774450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWYh4YxFHI/AAAAAAAACiY/gPPRzSAKZyM/s400/DCP_2033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWYM6_jorI/AAAAAAAACiQ/X1VxAfyNj60/s1600-h/DCP_2034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275289886296089266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWYM6_jorI/AAAAAAAACiQ/X1VxAfyNj60/s400/DCP_2034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWYMtDiGYI/AAAAAAAACiI/BZYINyL6pQM/s1600-h/DCP_2035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275289882554669442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWYMtDiGYI/AAAAAAAACiI/BZYINyL6pQM/s400/DCP_2035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWYMFByNfI/AAAAAAAACiA/AOH8LcBP3vc/s1600-h/DCP_2037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275289871809918450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWYMFByNfI/AAAAAAAACiA/AOH8LcBP3vc/s400/DCP_2037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I gave Brinley a hair cut on Sunday.  she likes to twist her hair around her finger and it ends up pulling her hair out.  So her hair was very uneven.  I let her play the computer while I cut her hair.  that was the best way to get her to hold still and look forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWYL1AGiRI/AAAAAAAACh4/ST-2UribTVU/s1600-h/DCP_2038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275289867507894546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWYL1AGiRI/AAAAAAAACh4/ST-2UribTVU/s400/DCP_2038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWYL7Nl1_I/AAAAAAAAChw/mxWqxL8Wx8E/s1600-h/DCP_2043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275289869175085042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWYL7Nl1_I/AAAAAAAAChw/mxWqxL8Wx8E/s400/DCP_2043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-8343854920729301322?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/8343854920729301322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-christmas-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/8343854920729301322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/8343854920729301322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-christmas-time.html' title='I love Christmas Time!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/STWkzh1cAgI/AAAAAAAACj4/tptptLvnr2M/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-4864668613812537166</id><published>2008-11-17T22:50:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:00:38.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Soup for the Soul Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took more pictures this week. I love taking pictures of my children. They are so cute! Last monday I remembered that I was going to take more pictures about a half an hour before i put the kids to bed. They were all just doing their own thing. Brinley was in the kitchen playing with a pretend camera. She let me take her picture then I had to pose while she took my picture.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJan8Q7TQI/AAAAAAAAChA/gGqQXnV8NYU/s1600-h/DCP_1982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269874156215422210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJan8Q7TQI/AAAAAAAAChA/gGqQXnV8NYU/s400/DCP_1982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker was driving a toy car around on the kitchen counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJanmNds_I/AAAAAAAACg4/SLLz8ZYmmfo/s1600-h/DCP_1983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269874150295319538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJanmNds_I/AAAAAAAACg4/SLLz8ZYmmfo/s400/DCP_1983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Alissa was in the living room coloring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJanpC_zTI/AAAAAAAACgw/UYMqq8OAWF0/s1600-h/DCP_1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269874151056723250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJanpC_zTI/AAAAAAAACgw/UYMqq8OAWF0/s400/DCP_1984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Tuesday I decided that I would hurry out when Parker's bus dropped him off and I would take his picure while he was coming off the bus. Brinley is sitting on the couch and helping me watch for Parker's bus to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJanGUWtYI/AAAAAAAACgo/pPzoOjX88G4/s1600-h/DCP_1985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269874141734286722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJanGUWtYI/AAAAAAAACgo/pPzoOjX88G4/s400/DCP_1985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is! He loves his preschool and he really loves riding the bus. I used to walk with him out to the bus in the morning (they come to our house and pull in the driveway), but Parker informed me last week that he doesn't need me to walk to the bus with him anymore because he is big and can do it himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJadJI1BPI/AAAAAAAACgg/KfLl2V4qZHI/s1600-h/DCP_1987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269873970692556018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJadJI1BPI/AAAAAAAACgg/KfLl2V4qZHI/s400/DCP_1987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I learned about a website that tells you of all the holidays (&lt;a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/"&gt;http://www.holidayinsights.com/&lt;/a&gt;). There is a holiday on almost everyday of the year. I thought that it would be fun for my scrapbooking if we celebrated some of these holidays. November 12th was Chicken Soup for the Soul Day. I didn't have time to make homemade chicken soup, so we ate ramen noodle soup. I took a lot of pictures of the kids eating their soup so I could make some fun scrapbooking pages of us celebrating the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJadKHQQhI/AAAAAAAACgY/5Mwk4pGhz4A/s1600-h/DCP_1991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269873970954387986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJadKHQQhI/AAAAAAAACgY/5Mwk4pGhz4A/s400/DCP_1991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brinley looks silly in this picture. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJac1vQL9I/AAAAAAAACgQ/gtwTu2pyin8/s1600-h/DCP_1992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269873965485010898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJac1vQL9I/AAAAAAAACgQ/gtwTu2pyin8/s400/DCP_1992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJac3G03TI/AAAAAAAACgI/8U0OZHwpFZg/s1600-h/DCP_1996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269873965852319026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJac3G03TI/AAAAAAAACgI/8U0OZHwpFZg/s400/DCP_1996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJacgQ5Q1I/AAAAAAAACgA/y7Nu3pya5GM/s1600-h/DCP_1997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269873959720534866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJacgQ5Q1I/AAAAAAAACgA/y7Nu3pya5GM/s400/DCP_1997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJaNMbu_lI/AAAAAAAACf4/mts9d-79qn4/s1600-h/DCP_1998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269873696699252306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJaNMbu_lI/AAAAAAAACf4/mts9d-79qn4/s400/DCP_1998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJaM9hmIyI/AAAAAAAACfw/4hUIiInRcEg/s1600-h/DCP_1999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269873692697305890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJaM9hmIyI/AAAAAAAACfw/4hUIiInRcEg/s400/DCP_1999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJaM_lRRBI/AAAAAAAACfo/pY7OeDu35i0/s1600-h/DCP_2003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269873693249586194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJaM_lRRBI/AAAAAAAACfo/pY7OeDu35i0/s400/DCP_2003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJaMtQozPI/AAAAAAAACfg/GG-JinGwOs8/s1600-h/DCP_2004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269873688331209970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJaMtQozPI/AAAAAAAACfg/GG-JinGwOs8/s400/DCP_2004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJaMfl8A6I/AAAAAAAACfY/cMdbP-5GXqQ/s1600-h/DCP_2005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269873684662453154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJaMfl8A6I/AAAAAAAACfY/cMdbP-5GXqQ/s400/DCP_2005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I rearranged the furniture in the living room on saturday. The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kids found their bounce house while I was moving things around and they couldn't wait for me to set it up. The kids love this bounce house. Money was really tight for Christmas last year so we weren't able to have a very big christmas. I was feeling sad because I hadn't been able to afford anything that I felt was a big gift. They had a lot of small gifts and that was good, but I really wanted to get them something big. About a week or so before Christmas, I got a letter in the mail with $50.00 in it. I do not know who sent it. I was so happy to have a little more money to spend on the kids' Christmas. I thanked Heavenly Father and asked him to help me find some good deals (I know it was a silly thing to pray for). I went to the store the day that I got the money. I do most of my Christmas shopping in Brigham City, Logan, or Ogden. To save money, I decided to shop in town. I went to a store that I had heard about from a friend (It is a small store and I never really noticed it before). I went to the toy department and that is where I found this bounce house. It was on sale for 50% off the original price of $100.00! It was $50.00! I was so excited! I had day dreamed about getting a bounce house for the kids, but I knew I could never afford it. This is a small bounce house, but it is just right for my children. They love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJZ4pcK4WI/AAAAAAAACfQ/1N6Ru3LAv3c/s1600-h/DCP_2016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269873343708455266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJZ4pcK4WI/AAAAAAAACfQ/1N6Ru3LAv3c/s400/DCP_2016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJZ4EHQ_0I/AAAAAAAACfI/5pFODiN9NYg/s1600-h/DCP_2018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269873333688663874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJZ4EHQ_0I/AAAAAAAACfI/5pFODiN9NYg/s400/DCP_2018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJZ3nLAG_I/AAAAAAAACfA/phbpIAbc4kE/s1600-h/DCP_2021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269873325919706098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJZ3nLAG_I/AAAAAAAACfA/phbpIAbc4kE/s400/DCP_2021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJZ3WM6FUI/AAAAAAAACe4/ZRo12Y1Fsak/s1600-h/DCP_2022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269873321364297026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJZ3WM6FUI/AAAAAAAACe4/ZRo12Y1Fsak/s400/DCP_2022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJZ3ZE_vLI/AAAAAAAACew/bj4BteGpBZw/s1600-h/DCP_2023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269873322136419506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJZ3ZE_vLI/AAAAAAAACew/bj4BteGpBZw/s400/DCP_2023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-4864668613812537166?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/4864668613812537166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/11/chicken-soup-for-soul-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/4864668613812537166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/4864668613812537166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/11/chicken-soup-for-soul-day.html' title='Chicken Soup for the Soul Day'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SSJan8Q7TQI/AAAAAAAAChA/gGqQXnV8NYU/s72-c/DCP_1982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-3836456738955677278</id><published>2008-11-09T14:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T15:00:02.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mopping The Kitchen Floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SRdXjre_OcI/AAAAAAAACeY/AFZpRU5PlS8/s1600-h/nov+3+2008+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kitchen floor really needed to be mopped. We do not have a very good mop. It cost to much money to replace the top and it gets dirty way too fast. I don't like to mop. It is my least favorite job. Because of the bad mop and how badly I dislike mopping, I did not mop for a long time. So the floor was disgusting! So on Saturday the kids and I mopped the floor together. We used buckets and rags and got down on our hands and knees and mopped the floor. The kids had a lot of fun. Brinley and Parker got the floor and themselves really wet. Alissa was really good at squeezing the water off of the rag so she did not get water everywhere. I took these pictures of the kids when we finished. Their socks where really wet so I told them to skate across the floor with the socks to finish the mopping job. They really loved that!&lt;br /&gt;Brinley's shirt was to wet so she took it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SRdXjkVNxXI/AAAAAAAACeQ/-Usp0dTNPS0/s1600-h/nov+8+2008+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266774557792781682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SRdXjkVNxXI/AAAAAAAACeQ/-Usp0dTNPS0/s400/nov+8+2008+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alissa was jumping up to scare Parker when I took this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SRdXjKNPucI/AAAAAAAACeI/wqaJpWaJB3c/s1600-h/nov+8+2008+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266774550780033474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SRdXjKNPucI/AAAAAAAACeI/wqaJpWaJB3c/s400/nov+8+2008+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture of the kids. I just wish Brinley was wearing a shirt and Parker was wearing pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SRdXjIM4NHI/AAAAAAAACeA/xPalpX9Zusg/s1600-h/nov+8+2008+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266774550241621106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SRdXjIM4NHI/AAAAAAAACeA/xPalpX9Zusg/s400/nov+8+2008+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love Parker's smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SRdXUeWWNGI/AAAAAAAACd4/gmSBnbRz_38/s1600-h/nov+8+2008+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266774298488878178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SRdXUeWWNGI/AAAAAAAACd4/gmSBnbRz_38/s400/nov+8+2008+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SRdXUDrH4-I/AAAAAAAACdw/knG5MaJmqp4/s1600-h/nov+8+2008+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266774291328263138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SRdXUDrH4-I/AAAAAAAACdw/knG5MaJmqp4/s400/nov+8+2008+8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took this picture of the kids today. They were playing with some of the playdough they got while they were trick or treating. Alissa shaped the playdough into letters. She wanted to spell Parker's name but she did not have enough playdough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SRdXTtfV_xI/AAAAAAAACdo/w6kKXYScTLk/s1600-h/nov+9+2008+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266774285373275922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SRdXTtfV_xI/AAAAAAAACdo/w6kKXYScTLk/s400/nov+9+2008+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SRdXTgvjTsI/AAAAAAAACdg/Kzjld4-riao/s1600-h/nov+9+2008+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266774281951596226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SRdXTgvjTsI/AAAAAAAACdg/Kzjld4-riao/s400/nov+9+2008+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SRdXTYuOFUI/AAAAAAAACdY/OtLVX3l7JLA/s1600-h/nov+9+2008+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266774279798527298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SRdXTYuOFUI/AAAAAAAACdY/OtLVX3l7JLA/s400/nov+9+2008+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I realized today that I don't take as many pictures of the kids as I used to.  I'm going to work on that.  The kids are really enjoying my new job.  They love it when they get to come to work with me.  I don't take them with all of the time.  On the days that I have to go to work before Alissa gets home from school, I don't take the kids.  If Alissa can't come , I feel bad taking the other two and leaving her at home with out them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-3836456738955677278?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/3836456738955677278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/11/mopping-kitchen-floor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/3836456738955677278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/3836456738955677278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/11/mopping-kitchen-floor.html' title='Mopping The Kitchen Floor'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SRdXjkVNxXI/AAAAAAAACeQ/-Usp0dTNPS0/s72-c/nov+8+2008+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-7078331734689286278</id><published>2008-11-02T12:09:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T13:32:13.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Last year I decided that it would be a lot more fun to make their Halloween costumes, because the ones at the store are pretty flimsy and I thought it would be special if they were homemade. Last year I did not have a job. I think making the costumes was a good idea for last year, but this year it was hard. The reason that it was hard is that I had a hard time making time to get their costumes done. I wasn't able to get the done in time for the Halloween party at Kari's house, but, thankfully, I got them finished in time for Halloween. I really liked the way they turned out and it was a lot of fun to make them. I just stressed myself out because I had a lot of other things that I needed to do besides making their costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parker was an Army Guy for Halloween. He wanted to be a cowboy, but boots were too expensive, so I told him that if he were an army guy, he could have a gun.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264142564484931266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQ39xZMjXsI/AAAAAAAACXo/68adaPCMTqY/s400/DCP_1916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Brinley was a fairy princess. She didn't like the wings at first, but she decided that they weren't so bad later on.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264142570307926610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQ39xu43OlI/AAAAAAAACXw/ty1n4Lm3pyg/s400/DCP_1917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alissa wanted to be a witch. I think she looks so cute in her costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264142573429324434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQ39x6hD-pI/AAAAAAAACX4/CwLqYqmg1q4/s400/DCP_1929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here they are all together before we went out trick or treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264142578375570546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQ39yM8VtHI/AAAAAAAACYA/6t3IDlTZ7hQ/s400/DCP_1933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264142581143777794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQ39yXQVMgI/AAAAAAAACYI/_UqYATBMm7o/s400/DCP_1934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went to the trunk or treat over at the church. Then we came home and I took their pictures and we went out trick or treating around the neighborhood. We went with Alissa's new friend Erin, her brother, and her dad. The kids had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264147205761430578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQ4B_jTGdDI/AAAAAAAACYQ/HEHv_yoQgko/s400/DCP_1943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're home! The kids loved trick ot treating. I took a few picture of the kids by their pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQ4CAcHChgI/AAAAAAAACYY/UPCBz14d2Ws/s1600-h/DCP_1945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264147221011662338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQ4CAcHChgI/AAAAAAAACYY/UPCBz14d2Ws/s400/DCP_1945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264147230515816994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQ4CA_hAaiI/AAAAAAAACYg/UKD-9wG_eJQ/s400/DCP_1948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alissa and I went to one more house. We left Brinley and Parker with daddy while we went to the scary house. Alissa's friend, Skylee, lives at the scary house. They love Halloween and they go all out with the Halloween decorations. This year they had an inflatable haunted house that you had to walk through to get to the front door. When we walked through it, it made scary sounds. Alissa was really nervous. I told her about it before we went and she said that she wouldn't be scared because she knows it is just pretend. I also warned her about the doorbell. When you ring it, air blows at you and it makes a scary sound. So Alissa was nervous when we got to the door. She was clinging to my arm. They had a lot of decorations (spiderwebs and stuff like that) around the door and I couldn't find the doorbell. I grabbed Alissa's flashlight to help me find the doorbell. While I was looking, the thing blew air on our faces and made the scary sound. We screamed and then they opened the door and gave us our treat. Alissa did not like that. She thought it was way too scary. I thought it was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Alissa getting all of the candy out of her bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264147233372787570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQ4CBKKKU3I/AAAAAAAACYo/tGdcyewMZZc/s400/DCP_1951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Brinley enjoying her treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264147237742714594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQ4CBacCHuI/AAAAAAAACYw/SDFBivNYfQE/s400/DCP_1958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker playing with his daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264159748242929282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQ4NZnrt9oI/AAAAAAAACZY/Ns5ItQIWFyo/s400/DCP_1959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Parker's treats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264148052838649570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQ4Cw26DDuI/AAAAAAAACZA/vLtL0cYPodY/s400/DCP_1961.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And now it is time to go to bed.  The kids had so much fun.  They did not want the day to be over.  Brinley and Alissa took the news of bed time really hard.  They did not want to put the candy away and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264148059158584370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQ4CxOc1nDI/AAAAAAAACZI/y-KcXY6O4UA/s400/DCP_1963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264148065137089058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQ4CxkuOWiI/AAAAAAAACZQ/4Wh39LUMmPs/s400/DCP_1965.JPG" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-7078331734689286278?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/7078331734689286278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/7078331734689286278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/7078331734689286278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQ39xZMjXsI/AAAAAAAACXo/68adaPCMTqY/s72-c/DCP_1916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-4657144039852259906</id><published>2008-10-26T14:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:02:46.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to Salt Lake yesterday for a Halloween party with my family. It was a lot of fun.  The party was at Kari's house.  Kari has really long hair and she wanted to get it permed.  At a salon it would cost her $100.00 to get a perm, but at home it only cost about $16.00.  That's a big difference.  My mom and I went to Kari's house early so that we could perm her hair.  We gave my mom a perm also.  My sister, Missy wanted her hair to be trimmed.  My niece, Elizabeth, wanted her hair to be cut to her shoulders.  And Alissa wanted her hair cut also.  So Kari was very busy getting everybodies hair done.  I almost got mine cut, but I decided not to.  I will eventually.  It is part of my routine that I have been doing for the last 10 years.  I grow my hair long, then I decide that I want it short.  After I get it cut, I regret it and I tell everybody around me "Please don't let me do this again!  I don't like my hair short!".  I let my hair grow for about 2 years, then I start to think "Maybe I should cut my hair.  I need to do something different with it.  It will be nice to have something different.  Maybe I'll get it cut short again."  Then I start asking people if they think I should cut my hair and everybody agrees that my hair looks good when it is short.  All the people that I told to never let me cut my hair again, agree that I should cut it.  So I cut it and the cycle starts again.  I regret it, I grow it out, then I cut it and regret it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom is letting me borrow her old digital camera until we can afford to buy a new one.  It is so nice to have a camera to use again.  This is a cute picture of Alissa at the party.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTPE79AEgI/AAAAAAAACXg/zgvVi6jwsU0/s1600-h/dcp_1877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261557948395557378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTPE79AEgI/AAAAAAAACXg/zgvVi6jwsU0/s400/dcp_1877.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little princess, Brinley.  Brinley is going to be a fairy princess for Halloween, but I did not get her costume sewn in time for the party, so she borrowed a dress.  She looks very pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTPEupHPKI/AAAAAAAACXY/0mcxrVK5lxE/s1600-h/dcp_1878+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261557944822480034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTPEupHPKI/AAAAAAAACXY/0mcxrVK5lxE/s400/dcp_1878+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  My niece, Kiara, is a pretty kitty cat.  I love Kiara.  She is such a cute girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTO6gTjgII/AAAAAAAACXA/Qdru4yxh30E/s1600-h/dcp_1881+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261557769175269506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTO6gTjgII/AAAAAAAACXA/Qdru4yxh30E/s400/dcp_1881+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister, Missy, went to the store and bought fairy wings and wigs for me and her to wear.  Here is a picture of my in my pink wig.  Missy had a purple wig and purple wings.  I didn't post her picture because I don't want her to be mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTO6mIEzRI/AAAAAAAACW4/dL7XNGv9GGc/s1600-h/dcp_1886+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261557770737732882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTO6mIEzRI/AAAAAAAACW4/dL7XNGv9GGc/s400/dcp_1886+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brinley and Parker.  Parker's costume was the only one that I was able to get sewn in time for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTO56eTUiI/AAAAAAAACWw/XxzNOPcE2MM/s1600-h/dcp_1889+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261557759019799074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTO56eTUiI/AAAAAAAACWw/XxzNOPcE2MM/s400/dcp_1889+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brinley wasn't feeling very well.  She wanted  to take her pretty dress off.  I asked her to let me take her picture first.  That is why she does not look happy.  She took a nap after I changed her out of the dress.  A little bit after she woke up, she threw up all over Kari's couch.  I felt so bad.  Brinley felt a lot better after that.  She hasn't thrown up since or even acted sick.  I think she must of just eaten something that her little tummy did not agree with.  Parker's been sick all week so I was worried that she was going to have what he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTOfYDm_sI/AAAAAAAACWY/mN7rpeiEmhY/s1600-h/dcp_1892+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261557303104437954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTOfYDm_sI/AAAAAAAACWY/mN7rpeiEmhY/s400/dcp_1892+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alissa and her friend.  Aunt Kari bought Alissa a sleeping beauty costume, since her witch costume wasn't finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTOeklxFbI/AAAAAAAACWQ/95tFAESHwmk/s1600-h/dcp_1893+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261557289289061810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTOeklxFbI/AAAAAAAACWQ/95tFAESHwmk/s400/dcp_1893+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope My sister, Missy, won't mind this picture with her in it.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTOeSyIYSI/AAAAAAAACWI/Ljoy2F_J2F4/s1600-h/dcp_1894+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261557284509081890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTOeSyIYSI/AAAAAAAACWI/Ljoy2F_J2F4/s400/dcp_1894+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker is so handsome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTNsmnC0PI/AAAAAAAACVw/0u1BRry4nk8/s1600-h/dcp_1898+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261556430837829874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTNsmnC0PI/AAAAAAAACVw/0u1BRry4nk8/s400/dcp_1898+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brinley's new ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTNr32-3TI/AAAAAAAACVo/nz7BwVyBcT4/s1600-h/dcp_1899+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261556418288213298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTNr32-3TI/AAAAAAAACVo/nz7BwVyBcT4/s400/dcp_1899+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTNru5Th9I/AAAAAAAACVg/jpMkTIZCZs8/s1600-h/dcp_1901+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261556415882037202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTNru5Th9I/AAAAAAAACVg/jpMkTIZCZs8/s400/dcp_1901+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brinley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261555615995070146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTM9LFZBsI/AAAAAAAACU4/taa21G_FLlw/s400/dcp_1908+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Alissa getting her hair cut.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261555617751518642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTM9RoKTbI/AAAAAAAACVA/AsiS_2a1f04/s400/dcp_1909+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Aunt Kari does such a good job with hair&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261555640919773042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTM-n75z3I/AAAAAAAACVI/Bh3DK8OVOqU/s400/dcp_1910+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261555641002208738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTM-oPjreI/AAAAAAAACVQ/_e-AQ0K8VoQ/s400/dcp_1911+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTM_WlgOKI/AAAAAAAACVY/lMcXbcrqqnw/s1600-h/dcp_1912+-+Copy+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261555653442287778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTM_WlgOKI/AAAAAAAACVY/lMcXbcrqqnw/s400/dcp_1912+-+Copy+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-4657144039852259906?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/4657144039852259906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-party.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/4657144039852259906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/4657144039852259906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-party.html' title='Halloween Party'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SQTPE79AEgI/AAAAAAAACXg/zgvVi6jwsU0/s72-c/dcp_1877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-917602615375601057</id><published>2008-10-19T11:16:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T11:53:44.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Birthday Miracle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My digital camera has been broken. I try everyday, hoping that it will work and it never does. I was really sad about not having a digital camera on Brinley's Birthday. I asked 3 people that I knew if I could borrow their camera. Two of them also had broken cameras and one couldn't get it because it was at her exboyfriend's house and she did not have a key. I didn't feel comfortable enough to ask other people. I have a camcorder that I can take pictures with, but the pictures are not very good. I was sad that the camcorder was what I had to use. The morning of Brinley's Birthday, I decided to try my digital camera one more time, just to be sure that it didn't work. It turned on!!! I was so excited!! That was the Birthday miracle I had been hoping for! I had prayed a few times during the week asking Heavenly Father to help me figure out a way to be able to get pictures of Brinley's Birthday. The camera didn't last all day, but I was able to get quite a few pictures of Brinley on her birthday. The rest of her birthday pictures had to be taken with the camcorder, but they turned out all right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brinley playing with balloons onher birthday. October 15th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258915744630034162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SPtsAb5hzvI/AAAAAAAACRc/i7nt2L-1fLs/s400/35.png" border="0" /&gt;Parker looks so nice in his party hat!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258915758024419554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SPtsBNy_6OI/AAAAAAAACRk/E1sV5aS-i1A/s400/34.png" border="0" /&gt;Here's the birthday girl! She is three years old.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258915758747747778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SPtsBQfdBcI/AAAAAAAACRs/WzZxb655n1k/s400/36.png" border="0" /&gt;Brinley got this doodle pro for her birthday. Alissa drew a snail. We all had a lot of fun playing with Brinley's new toys.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258915772728784338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SPtsCEkytdI/AAAAAAAACR0/mf7bjraeOD4/s400/33.png" border="0" /&gt;Roger got Brinley's new doll to work. The doll crawls and says "Momma, Momma". Then the doll falls and cries. Then it starts to giggle as it gets back up and starts to crawl again and say "Momma, Momma"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258922064641169394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SPtxwTxml_I/AAAAAAAACS8/avleabcuIlo/s400/37.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Brinley's Birthday Cake.  She really liked her cake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SPtsVasKKRI/AAAAAAAACSE/KdpklCluoT0/s1600-h/38.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258916105082775826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SPtsVasKKRI/AAAAAAAACSE/KdpklCluoT0/s400/38.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is so cute.  I love how happy she is in this picture.  I took this while we were singing to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SPtsWEQl6wI/AAAAAAAACSM/RE8AV34kAtY/s1600-h/40.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258916116241443586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SPtsWEQl6wI/AAAAAAAACSM/RE8AV34kAtY/s400/40.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blowing out the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SPtsWyU_3nI/AAAAAAAACSU/yzFX7kaTAQc/s1600-h/39.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258916128607952498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SPtsWyU_3nI/AAAAAAAACSU/yzFX7kaTAQc/s400/39.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cute little three year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SPtsXI2tlSI/AAAAAAAACSc/uiEzmOEEJak/s1600-h/42.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258916134654940450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SPtsXI2tlSI/AAAAAAAACSc/uiEzmOEEJak/s400/42.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brinley got some bubbles for her birthday.  They are a different kind of bubbles.  you can catch them.  They don't pop very easily.  The kids loved them!  The girl standing behind Brinley is Aytymn.  I babysit her on the days that I don't have to work.  Aytymn kept telling me, "Jenny these are awesome!  You have to buy these for me on my birthday.  Please will you buy me some on my birthday?"  We tried to play with the bubbles outside so they wouldn't make a mess in the living room, but the wind kept blowing the bubbles to far away from us.  So we are in the bathroom playing with the bubbles.  We played with the bubbles for almost an hour!  The kids loved them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SPtsXBBECVI/AAAAAAAACSk/5QvVDYWA6UE/s1600-h/41.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258916132550871378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SPtsXBBECVI/AAAAAAAACSk/5QvVDYWA6UE/s400/41.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's my Parker!  He likes to get his picture taken.  I think he is so handsome.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258916867633631842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SPttBzac0mI/AAAAAAAACS0/juC2Ro7O86Q/s400/43.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-917602615375601057?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/917602615375601057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-miracle.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/917602615375601057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/917602615375601057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-miracle.html' title='A Birthday Miracle!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SPtsAb5hzvI/AAAAAAAACRc/i7nt2L-1fLs/s72-c/35.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-5428149105897376460</id><published>2008-09-23T12:54:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:20:41.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Missy's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry that it has been so long since I posted anything. I was waiting to get pictures from the wedding. My digital camera broke the day before the wedding. I'm really sad. I don't like not having a camera. I hope that it won't be too long until we can buy one. Missy had me use her camera to take pictures of the wedding. Mike and Missy came back from their honeymoon yesterday and they stopped by my house on their way home. They let me download the pictures off of their camera before they left.   I posted pictures of the wedding cake on my cake blog.  Here is a link &lt;a href="http://jenny-mycakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jenny-mycakes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alissa got to be a flower girl. She loved every minute of it! She felt so pretty and she was so excited that her dress had flowers on it. Aunt Kari did Alissa's hair really pretty.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlHIweSvQI/AAAAAAAAB6A/X8pIcQZsDzU/s1600-h/31.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249305056453508354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlHIweSvQI/AAAAAAAAB6A/X8pIcQZsDzU/s400/31.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker and Alissa sitting on the stage with their cousins Damen and Kiara. They were waiting as patiently as they could for everything to get started. They all look so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlHNnPpRRI/AAAAAAAAB6I/7zI66W3R0os/s1600-h/30.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249305139875497234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlHNnPpRRI/AAAAAAAAB6I/7zI66W3R0os/s400/30.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Kari is getting Brinley's hair ready for the wedding. Brinley didn't like it very much so she only got a few ringlets in. Brinley still looked very cute. Kari was very busy styling everyone's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlGbFPznPI/AAAAAAAAB5w/qWiK2rZtF-s/s1600-h/29.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249304271755910386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlGbFPznPI/AAAAAAAAB5w/qWiK2rZtF-s/s400/29.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shannon was the hairstylest for the bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlGfMcZeVI/AAAAAAAAB54/vtAluBB-Psg/s1600-h/28.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249304342407248210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlGfMcZeVI/AAAAAAAAB54/vtAluBB-Psg/s400/28.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My niece, Kaylie, is getting her hair styled by Kari also. Kaylie has really cute natural curls, so no curling iron was needed. Kaylie is also a flower girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlFKELIWOI/AAAAAAAAB4o/ajSV1DM6YyI/s1600-h/27.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249302879898458338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlFKELIWOI/AAAAAAAAB4o/ajSV1DM6YyI/s400/27.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My niece, Kendra, looks so cute in her dress. She kept posing for me. Kendra is my buddy. She gave me lots of hugs while we were at the wedding. She lives in St. George, so we don't see eachother often, but she still remembers me from the times I babysat her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlFNaK62qI/AAAAAAAAB4w/2AvQHgGRVVk/s1600-h/26.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249302937342761634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlFNaK62qI/AAAAAAAAB4w/2AvQHgGRVVk/s400/26.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brinley is so cute. Her cousins Elizabeth and Hannah helped keep an eye on her while we were getting everything ready. Brinley kept them really busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlFQAzAb3I/AAAAAAAAB44/Fcqf4RrcPCw/s1600-h/25.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249302982071185266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlFQAzAb3I/AAAAAAAAB44/Fcqf4RrcPCw/s400/25.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The happy couple right after they were pronounced husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlFS3BDBDI/AAAAAAAAB5A/L1Wa2ldiFb8/s1600-h/24.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249303030985327666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlFS3BDBDI/AAAAAAAAB5A/L1Wa2ldiFb8/s400/24.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alissa loved playing with her basket of peddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlFVx0iO7I/AAAAAAAAB5I/0qP-KqLvB90/s1600-h/23.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249303081130277810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlFVx0iO7I/AAAAAAAAB5I/0qP-KqLvB90/s400/23.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the cute way that Mike propossed to Missy. He runs marathons. Before he reached the end of the ogden marathon, he put this shirt on. Missy was very surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlEbBRskyI/AAAAAAAAB4I/K4V4BL-_gXo/s1600-h/17.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249302071666840354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlEbBRskyI/AAAAAAAAB4I/K4V4BL-_gXo/s400/17.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bride and groom with my family. Kelly didn't make it to the wedding and Linda wasn't there. Linda was in the hospital due to complications with a pregnancy. Missy and Mike went to visit Linda in the hospital before the reception started. Linda is the wedding planner in the family, so things get really difficult when she's not around to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlEc0_a4hI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/zceRcjmfmkI/s1600-h/18.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249302102728696338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlEc0_a4hI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/zceRcjmfmkI/s400/18.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Missy and Mike walking up to the hospital &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249316729523186850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlRwOC-rKI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/8isB5dyj1-k/s400/77.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249316728659975522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlRwK1LHWI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/9tXmAOIQnBM/s400/78.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Visiting with Linda. Linda will be in the hospital until the baby is born. The baby is due in December.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249316745506105250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlRxJlmp6I/AAAAAAAAB6o/bg8-471CYg0/s400/87.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I hope Linda doesn't mind me posting this picture. If you don't like this Linda, let me know and I will remove it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249316738292873826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlRwut1emI/AAAAAAAAB6g/K_D-cvVN6AY/s400/88.bmp" border="0" /&gt;The flower girls had a lot of fun throwing the peddles, picking them up, and throwing them again. Parker joined in for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlEeeLAuJI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/92bIRPg60IQ/s1600-h/16.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249302130963036306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlEeeLAuJI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/92bIRPg60IQ/s400/16.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlEgAEuS2I/AAAAAAAAB4g/hmxs1YvekQo/s1600-h/15.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249302157243337570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlEgAEuS2I/AAAAAAAAB4g/hmxs1YvekQo/s400/15.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bride. She looks so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlDy-Qe4RI/AAAAAAAAB34/3u73MvWvBOE/s1600-h/14.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249301383661674770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlDy-Qe4RI/AAAAAAAAB34/3u73MvWvBOE/s400/14.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bride with her lovely sister (me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlD1EldzSI/AAAAAAAAB4A/QyXuYy2V-bM/s1600-h/13.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249301419720035618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlD1EldzSI/AAAAAAAAB4A/QyXuYy2V-bM/s400/13.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Groom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlDV0A5AXI/AAAAAAAAB3w/Nd_hqSeual0/s1600-h/12.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249300882695717234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlDV0A5AXI/AAAAAAAAB3w/Nd_hqSeual0/s400/12.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlCh4DBFrI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/dSO9sxtw6ac/s1600-h/8.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249299990425179826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlCh4DBFrI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/dSO9sxtw6ac/s400/8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dancing around in the rose peddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlCl11G0YI/AAAAAAAAB3g/Z1qUbGp3ybk/s1600-h/10.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249300058549440898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlCl11G0YI/AAAAAAAAB3g/Z1qUbGp3ybk/s400/10.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my little niece, Kalista. she is Kendra's little sister. I have only seen her three times. She is very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlCoPdmhHI/AAAAAAAAB3o/ubs7ZZKxN74/s1600-h/11.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249300099789915250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlCoPdmhHI/AAAAAAAAB3o/ubs7ZZKxN74/s400/11.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More of the bride and groom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249299232580286898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlB1w2tubI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/rpv7i08eKKw/s400/7.png" border="0" /&gt;All the single girls reaching to catch the bouquet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlBhnRpZfI/AAAAAAAAB3I/Tx753g_8G2Q/s1600-h/6.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249298886411511282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlBhnRpZfI/AAAAAAAAB3I/Tx753g_8G2Q/s400/6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alissa caught the bouquet. Her daddy yelled "No.....!" It was silly. Alissa was very excited about catching the bouquet.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249296297436783474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNk_K6l-I3I/AAAAAAAAB3A/ZfneS8RnEmw/s400/5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alissa and (I forgot Mike's niece's name) posing with the bride and the bouquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNk_GX9QB5I/AAAAAAAAB24/9Dt9geUAjWY/s1600-h/4.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249296219419707282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNk_GX9QB5I/AAAAAAAAB24/9Dt9geUAjWY/s400/4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alissa's new friend hoping to hold the bouquet for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNk-tABn0AI/AAAAAAAAB2w/BVRxTDF07-s/s1600-h/3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249295783498862594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNk-tABn0AI/AAAAAAAAB2w/BVRxTDF07-s/s400/3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alissa shared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNk-WfUR8xI/AAAAAAAAB2o/p0clpqynhE4/s1600-h/2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249295396761629458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNk-WfUR8xI/AAAAAAAAB2o/p0clpqynhE4/s400/2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the flower girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNk94IVwvXI/AAAAAAAAB2g/pqAodng_1WM/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249294875197750642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNk94IVwvXI/AAAAAAAAB2g/pqAodng_1WM/s400/1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-5428149105897376460?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/5428149105897376460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/09/missys-wedding.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/5428149105897376460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/5428149105897376460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/09/missys-wedding.html' title='Missy&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SNlHIweSvQI/AAAAAAAAB6A/X8pIcQZsDzU/s72-c/31.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-6102800617437523453</id><published>2008-09-07T15:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:17:53.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have not forgotten about my blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have just been really busy.  I have been job hunting (not something I love).  It has been a long time since I have had a job.  I was not very happy about needing to find a job.  I'm not job hunting anymore, because I found a job.  I got hired at a daycare in Brigham City.  It is called 'Little Brigham Aggies'.  It is at the USU Extension.  Also, I got accepted to USU, so I will be going to school there as well.  I can take my kids to work with me!  I'm so relieved to have found a job.  Especially one that is so ideal for me.  I'm not taking any classes until next semester.  The kids will be comfortable there by that time, so if I ever need to I can leave the kids there while I go to my classes.  With Roger working on the weekend, it will be pretty easy for me to make my schedule so the kids won't have to go to any daycare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't start my new job until the 15th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This week is going to be very busy for me.  My sister, Missy, is getting married on the 12th.  I'm going to be making the eclairs and her wedding cake.  So I'm pretty sure I won't be posting anything this week.  Next week is when I start my new job.  I'm not sure what my schedule will be like.  So I just don't know what life will be like with my new job.  I will post something eventually though.  So don't stop visiting my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-6102800617437523453?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/6102800617437523453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-not-forgotten-about-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/6102800617437523453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/6102800617437523453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-not-forgotten-about-my-blog.html' title='I have not forgotten about my blog'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-1056937366699594935</id><published>2008-08-21T06:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T07:40:07.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Missy's Bridal Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I told Missy that I wouldn't post any of the pictures that I took of  her at her bridal shower, but I think the pictures are cute.  I'm sorry Missy.  I'm only posting the pictures that I think everyone looks good in.  I don't want anyone to feel embarrassed.  If anyone is upset about their pictures on here, just let me know and I will remove them as quickly as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At my bridal shower (Missy hosted) we played a game where they asked Roger a bunch of questions about himself, then they ask me those questions and I'm suppossed to guess how Roger answered the questions.  Everytime you get a question wrong, you have to put a piece of bubble gum in your mouth (the big square kind, not just a small piece).  I didn't get any of them right.  I had a ton of gum in my mouth.  I could hardly talk.  It was uncomfortable and not my favorite game.  It's funny now, but when we played the game I wasn't very happy about it.  I think I was just really embarrassed because I looked like a fool standing in front of everybody with my mouth too full of gum, barely able to talk, and not knowing the answers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We played this game at Missy's bridal shower.  Missy did a lot better than me.  She was worried because I was the one thinking up the questions to ask her, soon to be husband, Mikal.  I was nice, I asked a lot of questions that I thought she would know the answers to.  She did a lot better than me at that game.  She still ended up with quite a few pieces of gum in her mouth.  When she got too much gum in her mouthy, Kari offered to put gum in her mouth when Missy got it wrong.  Because Kari wanted some gum also.  Where was Kari at my bridal shower!  I really could have used the help!  After the game Kari and Missy had a bubble blowing contest.  For anyone that doesn't know, Kari and Missy are my sisters.  Here are the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think Missy won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SK1kL7RSlwI/AAAAAAAAByo/LMhsZDZaPFA/s1600-h/100_3239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236952097753306882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SK1kL7RSlwI/AAAAAAAAByo/LMhsZDZaPFA/s400/100_3239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kari's bubble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SK1kL_OUHQI/AAAAAAAAByw/QdCDdE8ecQ8/s1600-h/100_3242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236952098814565634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SK1kL_OUHQI/AAAAAAAAByw/QdCDdE8ecQ8/s400/100_3242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took a few pictures of Jamie and Janae, but when I uploaded my pictures I noticed that all of the pictures I took were not on the camera any more.  Janae and Jamie asked to look at my camera after I had taken their pictures.  They were talking about deleting the ones they didn't like, but I thought they were joking.  Did you guys delete you pictures or am I just forgetful.  I really thought I took more pictures of you two.  Janae and Jamie are my friends from highschool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Jamie, Janae, and baby Regan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SK1kMncl2FI/AAAAAAAABy4/G5ZLQZSV5cQ/s1600-h/100_3243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236952109611866194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SK1kMncl2FI/AAAAAAAABy4/G5ZLQZSV5cQ/s400/100_3243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried to fix this picture of Alissa and make it look really cool, but it didn't work out very well.  I made the background behind Alissa all black (that worked well), but she had chocolate all around her mouth and I tried to fix it so you couldn't see it (I don't think that worked well).  I took this picture while we were at the bridal shower.  There is a lot of pink around her eyes, because she got make up for her birthday and she put a lot on so she would be pretty for the bridal shower. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SK1kMuxy_cI/AAAAAAAABzA/t9ils4R5CVE/s1600-h/100_3244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236952111579856322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SK1kMuxy_cI/AAAAAAAABzA/t9ils4R5CVE/s400/100_3244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of Shannon with chocolate in her mouth.  Shannon was Missy's best friend when they were younger.  I ended up with a lot of pictures of Shannon.  Shannon if you want me to take your pictures off of here, I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SK1kM76sy_I/AAAAAAAABzI/SxtCwcnZREs/s1600-h/100_3246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236952115106860018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SK1kM76sy_I/AAAAAAAABzI/SxtCwcnZREs/s400/100_3246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We played a game where you hold a paper over your head and draw a picture of what the bride will look like on her wedding day.  That was a funny game.  I had never heard of this game before, but I think it was my favorite.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's Jamie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236952389528641202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SK1kc6N83rI/AAAAAAAABzQ/7mItGbWdL0Q/s400/100_3247.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Shannon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236952391936898450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SK1kdDMH9ZI/AAAAAAAABzY/iT3XOGar_yc/s400/100_3249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Mom and My sister Kari&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236952398306272178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SK1kda6s47I/AAAAAAAABzg/YJn09wV_HsA/s400/100_3250.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Shannon again (she is making silly faces in most of the pictures).  Your funny Shannon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236952399906719650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SK1kdg4Rx6I/AAAAAAAABzo/auAE0ogmqHI/s400/100_3251.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jamie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236952404624067378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SK1kdyc-yzI/AAAAAAAABzw/WfrfBjGwYRs/s400/100_3252.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's Missy opening here gifts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236952896263099890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SK1k6Z83FfI/AAAAAAAABz4/CeAffVP7eEk/s400/100_3259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236952900585176674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SK1k6qDUvmI/AAAAAAAAB0A/LkjsfR2OI3c/s400/100_3260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-1056937366699594935?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/1056937366699594935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/08/missys-bridal-shower.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/1056937366699594935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/1056937366699594935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/08/missys-bridal-shower.html' title='Missy&apos;s Bridal Shower'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SK1kL7RSlwI/AAAAAAAAByo/LMhsZDZaPFA/s72-c/100_3239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-1504371685717121312</id><published>2008-08-18T22:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:10:50.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrapbook Pages From Alissa's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I don't have photo shop or anything like that.  I was looking online and found three different programs that offer free trials.  The free trial is 30 days.  So I'm using the 30 day free trial.  I'm doing as much scrapbooking as I can before my 30 days is up.  I have 16 days left.  After this I will try another program for 30 days.  So a lot of my post will be scrapbooking pages.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some more pages of Alissa's Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKpSlPcXFmI/AAAAAAAABxY/4Jf9h_Sj7aU/s1600-h/64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236088316525745762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKpSlPcXFmI/AAAAAAAABxY/4Jf9h_Sj7aU/s400/64.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKpSobohKaI/AAAAAAAABxg/kvVlvWbbF1Y/s1600-h/65.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236088371337570722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKpSobohKaI/AAAAAAAABxg/kvVlvWbbF1Y/s400/65.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKpSsIW0tsI/AAAAAAAABxo/v8Pnp8bukyg/s1600-h/66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236088434882557634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKpSsIW0tsI/AAAAAAAABxo/v8Pnp8bukyg/s400/66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKpSsfxFwbI/AAAAAAAABxw/SEZlyH6GRYg/s1600-h/67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236088441166741938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKpSsfxFwbI/AAAAAAAABxw/SEZlyH6GRYg/s400/67.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKpSte6fW9I/AAAAAAAABx4/Uf26CX8w6AI/s1600-h/68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236088458117602258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKpSte6fW9I/AAAAAAAABx4/Uf26CX8w6AI/s400/68.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236089031890413346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKpTO4YlpyI/AAAAAAAAByA/FQNZECRJwiA/s400/69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236089041757408786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKpTPdJEDhI/AAAAAAAAByI/lCyfTua9izY/s400/70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236089048780647618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKpTP3TiLMI/AAAAAAAAByQ/aJ3g5ztMEm4/s400/71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236089060339752642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKpTQiXcHsI/AAAAAAAAByY/VUmnurMaa_k/s400/72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236089064662315618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKpTQyeBMmI/AAAAAAAAByg/YHAZv7QtOXA/s400/73.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-1504371685717121312?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/1504371685717121312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/08/scrapbook-pages-from-alissas-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/1504371685717121312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/1504371685717121312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/08/scrapbook-pages-from-alissas-birthday.html' title='Scrapbook Pages From Alissa&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKpSlPcXFmI/AAAAAAAABxY/4Jf9h_Sj7aU/s72-c/64.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-1007608393488301634</id><published>2008-08-16T07:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T07:39:04.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; It has been a long time since I've posted anything.  I've just been a little moody and didn't feel like posting anything.  I'm feeling normal and like myself again.  So I will, hopefully, post a little more often.  I've been working on some scrapbooking and decided to use that to update you on how we are doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parker is finally potty trained!!!!!!!  I thought it would never happen.  He really did not want to use the toilet.  We tried a lot of different things to get him excited about it, but nothing ever worked.  I don't really know how we did it, but Parker finally decided that he wanted to be a big boy and use the toilet!  I'm so happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brinley is potty trainig also.  I have not tried too hard with her, because I was so focused on getting Parker potty trained.  Now I can work on getting Brinley potty trained.  I think it will be a lot easier to convince Brinley that using the toilet is great.  Here is a scrapbook page of Brinley potty training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKbTLWQ6aXI/AAAAAAAABxQ/yKchqfpVmSc/s1600-h/39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235103808773319026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKbTLWQ6aXI/AAAAAAAABxQ/yKchqfpVmSc/s400/39.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't want to take Parker to church in his underpants, because I didn't want him to have an accident, so Alissa went to church with her friend.  This page is of Alissa waiting for her ride to come and take her to church.  She was looking so pretty and being so cute taking care of her little baby.  She is a good little mommy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKbS62bGDJI/AAAAAAAABwg/cyMUH2WSTtU/s1600-h/59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235103525348183186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKbS62bGDJI/AAAAAAAABwg/cyMUH2WSTtU/s400/59.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is Parker on that same morning, just playing with his ball.  He didn't want me to take his picture, so he kept trying to move the ball in front of his face before I took the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKbS9kef9JI/AAAAAAAABxA/ur7ykC8LEZI/s1600-h/55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235103572070233234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKbS9kef9JI/AAAAAAAABxA/ur7ykC8LEZI/s400/55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Lagoon last week.  it was a lot of fun.  I wrote that we stopprd at laptop computers on our way.  I need to fix that to say PC  Laptops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKbSavPA7LI/AAAAAAAABv4/elT2B-GTbVE/s1600-h/48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235102973662653618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKbSavPA7LI/AAAAAAAABv4/elT2B-GTbVE/s400/48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Lagoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKbSa9j8SiI/AAAAAAAABwA/xQtKVRTHh98/s1600-h/49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235102977508526626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKbSa9j8SiI/AAAAAAAABwA/xQtKVRTHh98/s400/49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKbSbHK8IbI/AAAAAAAABwI/-mRToAkRzKM/s1600-h/50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235102980088013234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKbSbHK8IbI/AAAAAAAABwI/-mRToAkRzKM/s400/50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKbSbpPoXFI/AAAAAAAABwQ/kNj9HK0upv8/s1600-h/51.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235102989234494546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKbSbpPoXFI/AAAAAAAABwQ/kNj9HK0upv8/s400/51.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are more lagoon pictures, I just haven't finished making the pages.  I will post them when I'm done.  The next pages are from Alissa's Birthday.   I have a lot more pictures from that too.  I will post those when they are finished also. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235103530083277890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKbS7IEB3EI/AAAAAAAABwo/f58rlCBuZXc/s400/60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I like to decorate the house with a lot of balloons.  I stay up late the night before so when the kids wake up they are surprised.  This year Alissa wanted to blow up her own balloons.  It was nice to not have to blow up all those balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKbScIahIkI/AAAAAAAABwY/Ny2_7atXJ-8/s1600-h/52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235102997601657410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKbScIahIkI/AAAAAAAABwY/Ny2_7atXJ-8/s400/52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A page for Parker's book.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235103803663667074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKbTLDOrT4I/AAAAAAAABxI/F8ynLA-b5-Q/s400/56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235103563319574722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKbS9D4LgMI/AAAAAAAABw4/lxJ2Afj7jKQ/s400/62.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235103544143713954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKbS78cTFqI/AAAAAAAABww/z8XW1hqrRJE/s400/61.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-1007608393488301634?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/1007608393488301634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-long-time.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/1007608393488301634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/1007608393488301634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SKbTLWQ6aXI/AAAAAAAABxQ/yKchqfpVmSc/s72-c/39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-3302945683876829454</id><published>2008-07-30T14:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:54:51.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Linda's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Today is my sister Linda's Birthday. I've always had a hard time remembering if Linda's birthday is on the 30th or the 31st. A few years ago, she was in Montana on her birthday. If she was up at out property, I would not have been able to get a hold of her because there is no electricity and no cell phones will work. The only way to get a hold of her was to call while she was in town and I had no idea when she would be in town. So on the 31st, I called Linda to wish her a happy birthday. I was really expecting to just leave a voice mail, but she was in town, so she answered. I was so pleased that I was able to get a hold of her and tell her happy birthday. I told her " I'm so happy that I was able to get a hold of you and talk to you on your birthday!" Linda started to laugh and said "Well, that would be true..........if you would have called yesterday." We both had a good laugh about that. On my birthday, in October, all of my sisters called me except for Linda. I wasn't upset, I just figured she'd forgotten and she would call when she remembered. The day after my birthday, Linda called and said in a mocking voice "Jenny, I'm so happy that I got to talk to you and tell you 'happy birthday' on your birthday!" We laughed so hard. Linda just cracks me up sometimes! So now that is what we do. We call each other the day after our birthdays just for laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday We went to play at the park by the library.  It is a really fun park.  There is dirt at the feet of one of the benches and they had watered the lawn.  So the dirt under the bench was mud.  Brinley played in it.  She had mud on her feet, legs and hands.  I didn't have anything to clean her off with.  On the walk home she had dry mud on her hands until we got to a house with sprinklers on.  Brinley was so excited!  She yelled "Sprinkles!"  and ran through the sprinklers.  When she got out of the water, the dry mud on her hands was wet and she had hair in her face.  Before I could stop her, she started to brush the hair out of her face with her muddy hands.  She had mud all over her face.  I should have taken a picture right after it happened, but I didn't.  We were almost home and the mud was coming off when I finally took her picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SJDOIdVFVoI/AAAAAAAABvA/x3UBmI5oQQ4/s1600-h/July+29,+2008+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228905812084479618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SJDOIdVFVoI/AAAAAAAABvA/x3UBmI5oQQ4/s400/July+29,+2008+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SJDOI3N94DI/AAAAAAAABvI/8SDzS9R5ci4/s1600-h/July+29,+2008+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228905819033952306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SJDOI3N94DI/AAAAAAAABvI/8SDzS9R5ci4/s400/July+29,+2008+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Parker.  He likes to ride in the stroller.  Brinley always insists on walking and Alissa likes to ride a bike or run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SJDOJFYva8I/AAAAAAAABvQ/Ee1IIyXt0Hg/s1600-h/July+29,+2008+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228905822837238722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SJDOJFYva8I/AAAAAAAABvQ/Ee1IIyXt0Hg/s400/July+29,+2008+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SJDOJqfzEpI/AAAAAAAABvY/QTO71NPswdI/s1600-h/July+29,+2008+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228905832798950034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SJDOJqfzEpI/AAAAAAAABvY/QTO71NPswdI/s400/July+29,+2008+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After we ate lunch, we went to softball practice for the Young Women.  I'm the assistant sports director for the young women.  After practice, Alissa went to play at her friend Danielle's house.  Danielle is a year older than Alissa.  So Alissa gets hand-me-downs from her.  This is a dress and shoes that Alissa got from Danielle.  Alissa was really excited and wanted me to take her picture.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228906284165429490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SJDOj798-PI/AAAAAAAABvo/QMTJJxtH8g4/s400/July+29,+2008+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SJDOJ88rf7I/AAAAAAAABvg/47gZ7cKwEOE/s1600-h/July+29,+2008+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228906288117906738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SJDOkKsS_TI/AAAAAAAABvw/Kj10nLMGukM/s400/July+29,+2008+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2535710177435816615-3302945683876829454?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/3302945683876829454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-lindas-birthday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/3302945683876829454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/3302945683876829454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-lindas-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s Linda&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SJDOIdVFVoI/AAAAAAAABvA/x3UBmI5oQQ4/s72-c/July+29,+2008+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-7702944908778389532</id><published>2008-07-28T22:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:03:37.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much is Happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I've been decluttering our house.  It is a lot of work.  I started over a week ago and today I finished all the rooms upstairs.  Tomorrow I will work on the basement.  When I finally finish that, I will declutter the living room and kitchen on the main floor.  It is just taking a long time.  While I'm busy claening upstairs, the kids are busy making messes in all the other rooms.  So at the end of the day it is hard to feel good about all the hard work I've done, because I have one really clean room and a ton of really messy rooms.  I'm just getting really tired of cleaning.  That is good and bad.  Bad because it is no fun being sick and tired of something.  Good because I am so frustrated and I just want to get all the decluttering and organizing done as quickly as possible and that (the anger) makes it easier for me to throw things away.  I would like to save and keep everything so it is really hard for me to throw things away.&lt;br /&gt; I've been so busy cleaning and the kids and I have not done much.  Except for on Saturday.  We went to Tremonton City Days and had a lot of fun.  But I forgot my camera.  So I can't show you any of the fun.  We woke up early and jog/walked in a 5K.  We came in last place but we still had fun.  Brinley refused to ride in the stroller.  She wanted to run the race.  She jogged for a good part of it.  She was so cute!  She also insisted on carrying her baby doll while she ran.  It was a lot of fun.  Alissa ran a head of us.  She ran with a neighbor and they did really good.  They finished a lot sooner than we did.  Parker just enjoyed the ride in the stroller.  Since I don't have any recent pictures to share, I thought I would look back and see what we were doing 2 years ago on this day.  Here is what I found.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alissa is 2 years old in this.  She is 16 days away from being 3 years old.  I remember that I got her all situated at the table to paint, then I had to go take care of Parker.  When I came back to check on her, she was painting on herself.  So I grabbed the camera.  I have such a hard time getting upset at the kids when they are so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SI6bpG18KrI/AAAAAAAABtg/pym05UIyc-Q/s1600-h/100_2603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228287347937520306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SI6bpG18KrI/AAAAAAAABtg/pym05UIyc-Q/s400/100_2603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SI6bpsXsCVI/AAAAAAAABto/YrZGH7AZiqY/s1600-h/100_2604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228287358011181394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SI6bpsXsCVI/AAAAAAAABto/YrZGH7AZiqY/s400/100_2604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SI6bp6uXV4I/AAAAAAAABtw/1gacFXXiWfM/s1600-h/100_2606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228287361864390530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SI6bp6uXV4I/AAAAAAAABtw/1gacFXXiWfM/s400/100_2606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't have any pictures of Parker on that day.  So I posted some pictures that were taken just a few days later.  Parker loves his sleep.  He is the best sleeper of all the kids.  It doesn't take him long to fall asleep after he gets in bed.  If I try to keep him up past his bed time, he will fall asleep next to his toys or where ever he is playing.  He is such a handsome little boy!  I love seeing his baby pictures.  He is too cute!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228288259699526082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SI6ceLa8ScI/AAAAAAAABt4/JrL-Wr0_EJM/s400/100_2608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228288262733549826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SI6ceWuT0QI/AAAAAAAABuA/G0mQPMD6Hy0/s400/100_2609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228288266939006834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SI6cemY9_3I/AAAAAAAABuI/0WiIzJ1meSk/s400/100_2610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-7702944908778389532?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/7702944908778389532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-much-is-happening.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/7702944908778389532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/7702944908778389532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-much-is-happening.html' title='Not Much is Happening'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SI6bpG18KrI/AAAAAAAABtg/pym05UIyc-Q/s72-c/100_2603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-5476657050434315508</id><published>2008-07-25T15:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T15:57:07.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioneer Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Here are our pictures from the 24th.  Tremonton doesn't celebrate the 24th until Saturday the 26th.  That's a little annoying!  When we first moved here, they celebrated on the 24th and we could see the fireworks really well from our house.  But last year they had a bright idea to celebrate on the weekend after the 24th and they decided to move the firework show to a different park.  I don't know how long they will keep it that way.  A lot of Tremonton folk are pretty upste about the change.  I've heard a few people complaining about it.  Last night one of our neighbors was so upset about it that she is planning on making a complaint to the city.  So we'll see.  We decided to get together with a few of our neighbors and light some fireworks in front of our house.  These are pictures of the kids while they are waiting for everyone to get here and for the fireworks to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alissa and Brinley were pretending to be babies while they were waiting.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227063171343788754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SIpCQpp5KtI/AAAAAAAABrQ/XEKJORx18S8/s400/july+24,+2008+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt; They decided to change the game a little.  Now Alissa is the baby and Parker and Brinley are her Mommy and Daddy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227063209965747202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SIpCS5iFfAI/AAAAAAAABrg/ZAE4VZDRTEU/s400/july+24,+2008+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Parker waiting patiently while a bag of poppers is being opened for him.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227063220165785554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SIpCTfh9t9I/AAAAAAAABro/Gwo_8NAOvmQ/s400/july+24,+2008+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Roger is talking to his mom before everyone arrives.  He insists on making funny faces whenever I take his picture.  I try and catch him off gaurd, but it never works.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227063174576711170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SIpCQ1srpgI/AAAAAAAABrY/2BVfLXtIQh4/s400/july+24,+2008+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227063164835254130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SIpCQRaIz3I/AAAAAAAABrI/zfh8gLufKG0/s400/july+24,+2008+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Parker and Brinley with there poppers (I don't know the real name).  When we gave Brinley her poppers, she said "O yea! Candy!"  We had to quickly explain that they weren't candy and why she should not put them in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SIpDFI7DfOI/AAAAAAAABsI/sIzdVmoSB8g/s1600-h/july+24,+2008+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227064073090464994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SIpDFI7DfOI/AAAAAAAABsI/sIzdVmoSB8g/s400/july+24,+2008+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alissa with her poppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SIpDFgOJviI/AAAAAAAABsQ/8Du35gvv2TE/s1600-h/july+24,+2008+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227064079344582178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SIpDFgOJviI/AAAAAAAABsQ/8Du35gvv2TE/s400/july+24,+2008+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227064067647794690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SIpDE0pa7gI/AAAAAAAABsA/8G76SqtEJaY/s400/july+24,+2008+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to know what my hair would look like in little braids.  So on the 23rd, before bed, I started braiding.  I only had time to braid the front before I went to bed.  It turns out that I don't look that great with my hair in braids.  But now I know, so I won't spend the rest of my life wondering.  Roger thought I looked dorky.  Sometimes, I wish he wasn't so honest.  When he realized that I felt bad when he said I looked dorky, he tried to make it better by saying "But that's what I love about you!  I love your dorkiness!"   Anyways, enough of that.  Here are the pictures.  I was on the phone when I remembered to take a picture.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227064061600340082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SIpDEeHmGHI/AAAAAAAABrw/PFvguMiLhd8/s400/july+24,+2008+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227064064713152178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SIpDEptv1rI/AAAAAAAABr4/DsTOpRvsuas/s400/july+24,+2008+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When everybody came to do fireworks, we dicided to go over to the school, where some other neighbors were lighting theirs.  We thought it would be a better show if we put all of our fireworks together.  The fireworks were fun, but Brinley was scared.  I had to hold her the whole time.  I eventually got tired so Brinley and I came home early.  When we walked in the house, Brinley said "I like the fireworks, Mom!"  So I asked her if she wanted to go back the school and see some more.  She quickly replied "No!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-5476657050434315508?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/5476657050434315508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/07/pioneer-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/5476657050434315508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/5476657050434315508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/07/pioneer-day.html' title='Pioneer Day'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SIpCQpp5KtI/AAAAAAAABrQ/XEKJORx18S8/s72-c/july+24,+2008+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-3200231263854751811</id><published>2008-07-20T17:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:19:54.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started a new blog!  It is soooooo... fun!  My new blog is called  'The Good Old Days'.  I'm going to post memories, pictures and videos from my past.  I love to reminisce.  I really want others to read it and share some of their memories in the comments.  Please look at my new blog!  It will be so fun if other people read it.  Here is a link to my new blog.  &lt;a href="http://thegoodolddayswithjenny.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thegoodolddayswithjenny.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-3200231263854751811?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/3200231263854751811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/3200231263854751811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/3200231263854751811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-new-blog.html' title='My new Blog'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-7656760270684792806</id><published>2008-07-14T17:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:27:32.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a fun little game... leave a comment on my blog of a memory that you and I have had together. It doesn't matter if you've known me for a short time or a long time, anything that you remember! Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It is pretty funny to read the responses. On your mark... get set... blog those memories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have so many memories to share. It is hard to pick just one. I'm going to tell you about a memory that I have with my sister, Missy. I got rear ended at the grocery store. Missy and I had just finished shopping and went to wait in a line at the cash register. We were talking while we waited for our turn. Missy was standing backward in the line so she was facing me. I was telling Missy something, when she started to make a face. I ignored the face she was making and continued talking. I was in the middle of a sentence when SLAM!! A shopping cart ran right into my backside and sent me flying into Missy. I turned around to see an old guy recovering his shopping cart. His face was bright red and he apologized a few times. I told him I was ok and not to worry about it. When we got in the car Missy told me, "I'm so sorry Jenny. I saw him coming at you and I thought he was going way too fast, and I didn't think he was going to be able to stop in time. I just didn't know what to do. It just seemed so weird. I didn't think he would really run into you. It was like watching a car accident." Those aren't the exact words that Missy used, that's just what my brain remembers her telling me. I thought it was really funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-7656760270684792806?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/7656760270684792806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/07/memories.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/7656760270684792806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/7656760270684792806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/07/memories.html' title='Memories!!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-435313417301355041</id><published>2008-07-13T17:20:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:46:36.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Montana Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; We had a really fun trip to Montana this year.  We arrived 2 days after everybody else.  When we got there they had flown a remote controlled airplane into a tree.  We spent our first morning airplane fishing.  We had some nails tied onto the end of a rope.  The goal was to wrap the rope around the branch the airplane was stuck on or the airplane itself and shake or pull the airplane out.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222644913691985442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqP4NSchiI/AAAAAAAABkM/qrpO8hJt1GE/s400/July+2008+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Grandpa had really good aim, but the plane was really stuck.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222644931385156306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqP5PM04tI/AAAAAAAABkk/gFa-YaKoaSk/s400/July+2008+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Roger waiting for his turn to go airplane fishing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222644917812109442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqP4cowoII/AAAAAAAABkU/KlSDsn8JTPc/s400/July+2008+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Parker running over to watch the action.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222644926591351154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqP49V5OXI/AAAAAAAABkc/7YpM2LDKX4E/s400/July+2008+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The kids had fun playing in the creek.  It rained a few times while we were there, so the kids didn't play in the creek as much as usual.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222644938268872466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqP5o2CDxI/AAAAAAAABks/7XvdtRvv6-Q/s400/July+2008+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222646200984846802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqRDI0-wdI/AAAAAAAABk0/13fQrXsSPjk/s400/July+2008+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Grandpa decided to climb up the tree and get the airplane out.  That plane was really high up in the tree.  I was relieved when he got the plane and made it out of the tree safely.  The plane was fixed so they decided to fly it again.  As you can see, the flight didn't go very well.  It was a lot easier to get the plane out of this tree.  Watching them fly the plane was very entertaining.  It didn't turn very sharp and it crashed a lot.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222646211425228770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqRDvuKV-I/AAAAAAAABk8/R8zFAqUSXxg/s400/July+2008+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Roger rode the 4-wheeler a lot.  It was really fun.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222646211809263666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqRDxJuQDI/AAAAAAAABlE/EdkM1AcijsY/s400/July+2008+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Brinley was too scared to go on a 4-wheeler ride.  We kept trying.  We got her to sit on it, but she started to cry and was really scared when she realized that it was going to move.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222646215844813266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqREAL32dI/AAAAAAAABlM/DezllLQuslI/s400/July+2008+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I don't know why, but all of the pictures I took on this night turned out this way, with the white looking bright pink.  Brinley had a lot of fun playing on the swing set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222646223455794690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqREcieNgI/AAAAAAAABlU/e6yz_2KDmVs/s400/July+2008+078.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I really liked this picture.  This is the first house that my great great grandparents built when they homesteaded here.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222647954439064274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqSpM9CytI/AAAAAAAABlc/K7pJz4_XNyc/s400/July+2008+090.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Parker and Brinley really loved playing on this swing. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222647959312700354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqSpfHAk8I/AAAAAAAABlk/IneldazV_nc/s400/July+2008+131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I was trying to be creative and get some nice pictures with this lone flower and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222647965642706738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqSp2sMzzI/AAAAAAAABls/UYZNlHehrio/s400/July+2008+180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222647975322485058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqSqawCgUI/AAAAAAAABl0/oaloHekBtRI/s400/July+2008+183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222649531819770226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqUFBJ6QXI/AAAAAAAABmE/eNCR-c91Pds/s400/July+2008+184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went to Glacier and tried to ride the bus up Going-to-the-Sun Highway.  These are pictures I took while we were waiting for the bus.  The bus ride ended up not being a very great thing.  We got motion sickness from the ride.  So we got off at the first stop.  Every bus going back down was really crowded, which made it harder to see out the windows and really made us feel yucky.  We ended up spliting up on the ride back.  Half of us took the first bus down and the rest of us had to wait a half an hour for the next bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqUFZUFIgI/AAAAAAAABmM/u8seM4P9PFY/s1600-h/July+2008+212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222649538304877058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqUFZUFIgI/AAAAAAAABmM/u8seM4P9PFY/s400/July+2008+212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222647999713393506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqSr1nSO2I/AAAAAAAABl8/7HcNLaQQhVg/s400/July+2008+207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqUFwOyM6I/AAAAAAAABmU/T6PTfbqlgKU/s1600-h/July+2008+216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222649544456680354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqUFwOyM6I/AAAAAAAABmU/T6PTfbqlgKU/s400/July+2008+216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roger, Brinley, Parker, and I woke up and took a walk.  Alissa was still asleep.  She always sleeps late.  Brinley and Parker had a lot of fun jumping in the puddles in the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqUF22TiEI/AAAAAAAABmc/RMbcc57NTS8/s1600-h/July+2008+234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222649546233055298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqUF22TiEI/AAAAAAAABmc/RMbcc57NTS8/s400/July+2008+234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqUGXKR5hI/AAAAAAAABmk/JEQuXBJOMiM/s1600-h/July+2008+236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222649554906768914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqUGXKR5hI/AAAAAAAABmk/JEQuXBJOMiM/s400/July+2008+236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; These are pictures from the Polebridge Parade.  I went to the parade one time when I was younger.  I remember thinking it was really weird and asking "Was that really a parade?"  So we thought it would be fun to see what it was like.  It was fun, short, and different.  They threw lots of candy, so the kids were happy.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222651976963192338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqWTWBh9hI/AAAAAAAABms/tjswSA8coh0/s400/July+2008+248.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I didn't get a picture of two entries that were funny.  Santa Claus was in the parade and they had an entry from the BCJ club.  BCJ stands for bears chasing joggers.  I thought that was funny.  They had a jogger and some one dressed up as a bear chasing after him.  They also had cheerleaders holding up signs rooting for the bear.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222651981326831058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqWTmR5zdI/AAAAAAAABm0/UnKeV0ScBJY/s400/July+2008+256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222651990084478706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqWUG545vI/AAAAAAAABm8/5U8iGLe5j88/s400/July+2008+261.JPG" border="0" /&gt; After the parade, Roger and I went on a 4-wheeler ride to Whale Creek Falls.  It took about 35 minutes to get there.  I had been wanting to show Roger the falls, but I have not been able to find them.  This year Roger looked on his GPS so we could find it.  Everybody else in the family knows how to get there.  I think I was the only one who couldn't figure it out.  The reason I had a hard time finding it was because I hadn't realized that it was such a long drive on that road.  I thought it was closer than it was.  It is a little hard to see from the side of the road.  It is a really steep hike down hill to get close and take a picture. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222651993612033378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqWUUC7HWI/AAAAAAAABnE/_b25Q8VE2LQ/s400/July+2008+270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Watching the fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222651999690284258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqWUqsF3OI/AAAAAAAABnM/NOT3n2fxWN4/s400/July+2008+295.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Brinley and Parker didn't stay outside very long.  They both got scared, so I took them inside and we watched from the window.  Actually, I watched from the window while they ate cereal at the table.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222652176097300498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqWe72zUBI/AAAAAAAABnU/FHIlp9xRNdQ/s400/July+2008+302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love our Montana trips!   I can't wait for next year!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-435313417301355041?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/435313417301355041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/07/montana-trip.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/435313417301355041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/435313417301355041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/07/montana-trip.html' title='Montana Trip'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SHqP4NSchiI/AAAAAAAABkM/qrpO8hJt1GE/s72-c/July+2008+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-3452256041560775836</id><published>2008-06-23T07:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T08:11:06.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The kids love to play and spend time with their Daddy.  They are so blessed to have a Daddy that loves to play and spend time with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b9231a4fa9ac365f" 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://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db9231a4fa9ac365f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A4810C93452F865BCC73C842E123267E9F8CEC9.5053B8DA863089D358CD14FE9A352352C9CE199E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db9231a4fa9ac365f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkYdKbjrpj-RbF4CgdxfVio7PyF8&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://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db9231a4fa9ac365f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A4810C93452F865BCC73C842E123267E9F8CEC9.5053B8DA863089D358CD14FE9A352352C9CE199E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db9231a4fa9ac365f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkYdKbjrpj-RbF4CgdxfVio7PyF8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-3452256041560775836?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b9231a4fa9ac365f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/3452256041560775836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/06/playing-with-daddy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/3452256041560775836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/3452256041560775836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/06/playing-with-daddy.html' title='Playing with Daddy'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-8300730762478922413</id><published>2008-06-23T06:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T07:36:24.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parker's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It took me a month to finally post this, but here are some pics from Parker's Birthday.  Parker is 4 years old now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alissa and Brinley were so excited to give Parker his presents.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215065842666010834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SF-iwNhheNI/AAAAAAAABiM/VznaOjB3jNQ/s400/may+2008+084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SF-iwSSr3wI/AAAAAAAABiU/C19hLlsUryg/s1600-h/may+2008+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215065843945955074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SF-iwSSr3wI/AAAAAAAABiU/C19hLlsUryg/s400/may+2008+100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker got his first big Tonka Trucks.  He loves them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SF-iw4UJKXI/AAAAAAAABic/CG8pEzAKfM4/s1600-h/may+2008+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215065854152616306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SF-iw4UJKXI/AAAAAAAABic/CG8pEzAKfM4/s400/may+2008+105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SF-ixLacnlI/AAAAAAAABik/svQrTi4DRDA/s1600-h/may+2008+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215065859279330898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SF-ixLacnlI/AAAAAAAABik/svQrTi4DRDA/s400/may+2008+107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a video of Parker while we sing 'Happy Birthday' and he blows out the candles on his cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4285142eae7fcf75" 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://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4285142eae7fcf75%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1CC1E3CCD3E9DD672F10D6AEC60A7CE05A4F4846.64731E8C7108C21A579A70BF8455C44E3CA3A595%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4285142eae7fcf75%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4RzJ0BrBUD1Mhes-0_Fdy5ck80o&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://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4285142eae7fcf75%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1CC1E3CCD3E9DD672F10D6AEC60A7CE05A4F4846.64731E8C7108C21A579A70BF8455C44E3CA3A595%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4285142eae7fcf75%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4RzJ0BrBUD1Mhes-0_Fdy5ck80o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-8300730762478922413?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4285142eae7fcf75&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/8300730762478922413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/06/parkers-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/8300730762478922413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/8300730762478922413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/06/parkers-birthday.html' title='Parker&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SF-iwNhheNI/AAAAAAAABiM/VznaOjB3jNQ/s72-c/may+2008+084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-7374998525857365551</id><published>2008-05-12T17:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:02:20.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding the Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The date is wrong on these pictures.  I don't know why I didn't notice that the date was set wrong.  Anyway....We went to a Utah Blaze football game on Saturday.  We got free tickets through Parker's school.  We rode the frontrunner from ogden.  It was a lot of fun.  The kids loved it.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SCjSWmtTnFI/AAAAAAAABhk/PEEm8Z4WytU/s1600-h/100_2175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199637055588768850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SCjSWmtTnFI/AAAAAAAABhk/PEEm8Z4WytU/s400/100_2175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brinley was a little nervous.  She didn't want to get on the train when we first got there.  She really liked it once it started moving.  Parker was in awe.  He was really excited about being on a train.  He loves trains!  It was so fun to see his facial expressions.  He really loved the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SCjSW2tTnGI/AAAAAAAABhs/IGbRJAixiYA/s1600-h/100_2177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199637059883736162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SCjSW2tTnGI/AAAAAAAABhs/IGbRJAixiYA/s400/100_2177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alissa loved it also.  She said it was so fun and she really wants to go again.  We met Roger's mom in Salt Lake and went out to eat at a sea food restaraunt in Gateway.  Roger tried King Crab.  He's been wanting to try that for a while.  He liked it, but it is too pricey for our taste.  In this picture Alissa is showing me something that she learned at school.  She is so funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SCjSXGtTnHI/AAAAAAAABh0/NNqkFV1k4yM/s1600-h/100_2179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199637064178703474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SCjSXGtTnHI/AAAAAAAABh0/NNqkFV1k4yM/s400/100_2179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roger and Brinley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SCjSXWtTnII/AAAAAAAABh8/Y4JuVwdeXqg/s1600-h/100_2182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199637068473670786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SCjSXWtTnII/AAAAAAAABh8/Y4JuVwdeXqg/s400/100_2182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't remember what I was doing when he took this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SCjSXmtTnJI/AAAAAAAABiE/Y7LFfqc-1DU/s1600-h/100_2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199637072768638098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SCjSXmtTnJI/AAAAAAAABiE/Y7LFfqc-1DU/s400/100_2185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After we ate, we went to the football game.  The kids were really tired so we ended up leaving at half time.  We really enjoyed riding on the train.  The kids liked that they didn't have to buckled in sealt belts.  It made our trip to Salt Lake a lot more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-7374998525857365551?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/7374998525857365551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/05/riding-train.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/7374998525857365551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/7374998525857365551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/05/riding-train.html' title='Riding the Train'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SCjSWmtTnFI/AAAAAAAABhk/PEEm8Z4WytU/s72-c/100_2175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-8336923908900341538</id><published>2008-04-15T14:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:22:36.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>answer to my question</title><content type='html'>My earliest memory is when I was 3 years old.  I remember crying because I did not want to go in to my primary class.  I wanted to stay in the nursery with my sister, Kristy.  I remember feeling relieved and playing in the nursery with Kristy.  I'm guessing that my parents gave in and let me go to the nursery a few times.  I also remember the first time that I went to primary.  I was crying because I really wanted to go with Kristy.  My mom made me go to my class.  I kept my hands over my face and kept crying.  Some one showed me where to sit and they sat next to me and tried to cheer me up.  I finally stopped crying, but I was still feeling nervous.  I kept my hands over my face for most of the time I was there.  I have always had a hard time dealing with change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-8336923908900341538?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/8336923908900341538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/04/answer-to-my-question.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/8336923908900341538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/8336923908900341538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/04/answer-to-my-question.html' title='answer to my question'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-3979839722641705780</id><published>2008-04-15T13:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:09:35.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SAUK4Faw2dI/AAAAAAAAAQo/l0mZmUM9ehM/s1600-h/100_2074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189566104257747410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SAUK4Faw2dI/AAAAAAAAAQo/l0mZmUM9ehM/s400/100_2074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SAUK4law2eI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ZTo9yOYTg-8/s1600-h/100_2075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189566112847682018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SAUK4law2eI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ZTo9yOYTg-8/s400/100_2075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SAUK5Faw2fI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/oyOgFgo1qOw/s1600-h/100_2077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189566121437616626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SAUK5Faw2fI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/oyOgFgo1qOw/s400/100_2077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SAUK5Vaw2gI/AAAAAAAAARA/RxbWUXZ13PI/s1600-h/100_2081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189566125732583938" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Parker had an appointment at Primary Children's hospital. They did some test to see why he is not able to speak very well. Everything looked fine. They just told us that he needs a lot of speech therapy. I wish that we knew why he is having such a hard time. I'm very happy that there is nothing physically wrong. On the way home from Parker's appointment, we decided to go ice skating. This was Parker and Brinley's first time of ice skating. Alissa went for her first time in December, so this was her second time. We had a fun time. Alissa was so excited because she learned how to skate with out holding on to anything. Parker also went a few times with out holding on to anything. Brinley didn't like ice skating. She was shaking so bad. She kept saying, "Brin scared." So Roger and I took turns sitting on the side with Brinley and watching the others skate. Brinley was a lot happier watching everyone ice skate. Parker was so funny. He fell a lot. I only caught one of his falls on tape. The thing that made it so funny was that he would try to stop his fall and catch his balance by moving his feet. By doing that he made the fall last much longer. He would stop himself from falling backward and then he would over correct and start falling forward. It was so funny. I wish I would have caught one of those falls on tape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-3979839722641705780?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6bc60728758f7d5b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/3979839722641705780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/04/these-are-pictures-and-video-from-our.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/3979839722641705780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/3979839722641705780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/04/these-are-pictures-and-video-from-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/SAUK4Faw2dI/AAAAAAAAAQo/l0mZmUM9ehM/s72-c/100_2074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-1539698276800460688</id><published>2008-03-31T16:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:28:43.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a new computer!!  It is so exciting!! This is my very own computer.  I don't have to share with anybody.  It is great!.................but...............there is one not great thing.  My new computer has vista on it.  I like the vista, but I don't like how nothing will work with the vista.  My printer (which I bought not that long ago) won't work with the vista.  My favorite scrapbooking program also will not work with the vista.  I'm also having a hard time getting my kodak program working.  The Kodak program is really frustrating, because it works just fine on my husbands computer (he has vista), but for some reason I can't get it to work on mine.  I really like to post pictures, but I won't be able to for a while, until I get everything straightened out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited to see that some people are reading my blog!  Thanks for answering my question.  I think it is so fun.  I'm still trying to figure out how to make my blog interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer to the question &lt;strong&gt;Do you wish you had more brothers or sisters?&lt;/strong&gt; is yes.  I love coming from a big family.  I love always having people around and someone to talk to.  I think the more the merrier.  I love family.  I also thought that it would be really great to have a brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-1539698276800460688?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/1539698276800460688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-got-new-computer-it-is-so-exciting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/1539698276800460688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/1539698276800460688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-got-new-computer-it-is-so-exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-3449208634596187632</id><published>2008-03-12T12:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T13:03:35.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a few days since I last posted anything.  My neice came to spend the weekend with us.  We had a lot of fun.  We planned on making a funny video to post, but I just couldn't get the energy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just went to the store and bought a lot of craft things.  Now I have a lot of activities to do with my children and the children that I babysit.  I just thought I would post something before all the kids get here.  We will be making lots of crafts for the next few days.  It will be fune, messy, and tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw Missy's new home on Thursday.  I told her I would post pictures of it, but I have been busy.  I will post those as soon as I get a chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-3449208634596187632?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/3449208634596187632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-few-days-since-i-last-posted.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/3449208634596187632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/3449208634596187632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-few-days-since-i-last-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-8930416113164340193</id><published>2008-03-05T18:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:59:31.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5dd7fd770f402e05" 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" 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href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/8930416113164340193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/03/cute-kids.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/8930416113164340193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/8930416113164340193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/03/cute-kids.html' title='Cute kids'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-3808510620830356633</id><published>2008-03-05T18:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:49:40.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My favorite recipe is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheese Ball&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 (8oz) pkgs  Cream Cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 jar  Olde English Cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 jar  Pimento Cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 Tbsp  Worcestershire Sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 Tbsp  Monsodium Glutomate (Accent)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Combine all the ingredients in a mixing bowl; mix well.  Refridgerate for one hour.  Shape into 1 or 2 balls and roll in chopped nuts to cover.  Or place in a serving bowl and serve as a dip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-3808510620830356633?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/3808510620830356633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/03/recipe-question.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/3808510620830356633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/3808510620830356633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/03/recipe-question.html' title='Recipe Question'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-8842433454452810245</id><published>2008-03-03T17:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:43:53.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer to the Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What makes you laugh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it is really funny when some one falls (as long as they don't get seriously hurt).  I just can't help myself.  I always crack up when I see some body fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A story that comes to my mind when I think of someone falling is this.  I went on a date with a guy and he wanted to make it special for me.  So he asked my friend to tell him some things that I like to do.  She told him that I enjoy playing on the playground at the park and rolling down the hills.  So he got a group of his friends to come with us and we went to the park.  His friends were all pretty bored and not sure what to do.  They were all watching me and waiting for me to roll down the hill or play on the playground.  It was really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awkward.  So we were all at the top of the hill and I rolled down a few times, but none of his friends joined in.  I came back up the hill and sat down.  His friend, who was a pretty big guy, started walking part way down the hill backward and walking back up while he was talking.  Then he decided to walk down facing forward.  At one point the hill was pretty steep or something because all of the sudden his friend realized that he couldn't stop and his walk turned into a run. His arms were in the air like he was trying to keep his balance and he kept yelling "Whoa! Whoa!"  His top part of his body was having a hard time keeping up with his feet.  When he got to the bottom and the ground became level, his upper half caught up with his lower half and he fell forward.  It was really funny to watch.  He was OK.  He got up and came back to sit by us.  He was just embarrased.  No one else laughed.  I felt really bad for him, but I had a really hard time controlling my laughter.  I managed to hold it in long enough to tell them that I had to use the rest room and I ran to the bathroom.  I was laughing hysterically by the time I got there.  I called my sister, Linda, because I just had to tell someone.  She could hardly understand me because I was laughing so hard.  It was so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-8842433454452810245?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/8842433454452810245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/03/answer-to-question.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/8842433454452810245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/8842433454452810245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/03/answer-to-question.html' title='Answer to the Question'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-6574505018527087483</id><published>2008-03-03T14:56:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T15:59:11.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/R8yCSk8qUpI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JNTrLvREt6g/s1600-h/100_1725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173653327609221778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/R8yCSk8qUpI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JNTrLvREt6g/s400/100_1725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Parker is sooo strong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/R8yCTU8qUqI/AAAAAAAAANY/NW0pV2igV6g/s1600-h/100_1726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173653340494123682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/R8yCTU8qUqI/AAAAAAAAANY/NW0pV2igV6g/s400/100_1726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alissa is sooo... cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/R8yCUE8qUrI/AAAAAAAAANg/nNi3ByQpKvE/s1600-h/100_1728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173653353379025586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/R8yCUE8qUrI/AAAAAAAAANg/nNi3ByQpKvE/s400/100_1728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brinley is a princess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e397bf6ce7e3a559" 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://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De397bf6ce7e3a559%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56543FD84F1078BC2E195F52A260ADCA81D266E.65AFA4AA16540CA84B12B5F3C0B853848422896D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De397bf6ce7e3a559%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7C5Uj57z7YFv4M6xeA84HNKD_lE&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://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De397bf6ce7e3a559%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56543FD84F1078BC2E195F52A260ADCA81D266E.65AFA4AA16540CA84B12B5F3C0B853848422896D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De397bf6ce7e3a559%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7C5Uj57z7YFv4M6xeA84HNKD_lE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just want to show you all what cute children I have. Whenever I dress Brinley in a skirt she tells me that she is a princess. I also think the face that she makes when she tells me "No" is really cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ba4393a9b033a603" 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://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dba4393a9b033a603%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55D39BFE9F6EF6254DD5D6657125B033420DFC3D.5B3F68363AC6AAB15021E018ABB23383021FA01A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dba4393a9b033a603%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9NGdF4xOof7pX92dEaAJCoEUO2o&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://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dba4393a9b033a603%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55D39BFE9F6EF6254DD5D6657125B033420DFC3D.5B3F68363AC6AAB15021E018ABB23383021FA01A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dba4393a9b033a603%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9NGdF4xOof7pX92dEaAJCoEUO2o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Parker is really funny. He loves to build stuff and he is always telling me and showing me how strong he is. He say's "I strong. Daddy strong. Mommy not strong." I finally convinced him that mommy is strong also.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cf625b686642f1c6" 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://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcf625b686642f1c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52374B8AF6AC69356D7EF62FF3A69731E099363.7096A882E4C19178BFD35DB9FB3D0AC730C68DC3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcf625b686642f1c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpbjEIDfF0Uyy2X4nF5fhoDyDCvk&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://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcf625b686642f1c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52374B8AF6AC69356D7EF62FF3A69731E099363.7096A882E4C19178BFD35DB9FB3D0AC730C68DC3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcf625b686642f1c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpbjEIDfF0Uyy2X4nF5fhoDyDCvk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alissa got some new skates today. She was so excited. She really wanted me to take a video of her. She is so funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-6574505018527087483?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ba4393a9b033a603&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cf625b686642f1c6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e397bf6ce7e3a559&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/6574505018527087483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/03/parker-is-sooo-strong.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/6574505018527087483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/6574505018527087483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/03/parker-is-sooo-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/R8yCSk8qUpI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JNTrLvREt6g/s72-c/100_1725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-4676588614371343328</id><published>2008-03-02T16:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T17:27:44.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/R8tF22sNiEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/fXN6ONKjW98/s1600-h/13.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173305405661349954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/R8tF22sNiEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/fXN6ONKjW98/s400/13.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/R8tF3WsNiFI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YMlnNXA6RG0/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173305414251284562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/R8tF3WsNiFI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YMlnNXA6RG0/s400/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/R8tF32sNiGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Eo1I5no2O1w/s1600-h/11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173305422841219170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/R8tF32sNiGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Eo1I5no2O1w/s400/11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/R8tF4WsNiHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/YW1xyfrx5hc/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173305431431153778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/R8tF4WsNiHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/YW1xyfrx5hc/s400/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/R8tF4WsNiII/AAAAAAAAAMo/mOjQBkEU2As/s1600-h/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173305431431153794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/R8tF4WsNiII/AAAAAAAAAMo/mOjQBkEU2As/s400/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alissa and Brinley were playing one of their favorite games, so I took some pictures. The game is calleed "Monster Dog!" Archie is the monster dog. He follows the kids when ever they start running. So the kids start running and screaming and he chases after them. They play this game alot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The kids ate some chocolate right before they started playing, so they all have chocolate on their faces. Parker didn't play "monster dog" with Brinley and Alissa this time. Instead, he was in the living room building stuff with stools and chairs. I took some pictures of Parker's creations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-4676588614371343328?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/4676588614371343328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/03/monster-dog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/4676588614371343328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/4676588614371343328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/03/monster-dog.html' title='Monster Dog'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/R8tF22sNiEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/fXN6ONKjW98/s72-c/13.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-7761024958129380797</id><published>2008-03-01T11:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T12:29:57.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just wanted to see how this video option works.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cc87064c3e7d8eef" 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://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcc87064c3e7d8eef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D408424D10CC8E9AC2111B1901DDEF1AC798243C9.38C8BD1B4A687A700E15B650E9323FE6CCE73B1F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcc87064c3e7d8eef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLkXpRh48KChbt6_rfSDhCFMESAE&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://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcc87064c3e7d8eef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D408424D10CC8E9AC2111B1901DDEF1AC798243C9.38C8BD1B4A687A700E15B650E9323FE6CCE73B1F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcc87064c3e7d8eef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLkXpRh48KChbt6_rfSDhCFMESAE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-7761024958129380797?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cc87064c3e7d8eef&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/7761024958129380797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-just-wanted-to-see-how-this-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/7761024958129380797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/7761024958129380797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-just-wanted-to-see-how-this-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535710177435816615.post-5482441254837057936</id><published>2008-02-27T12:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T12:45:23.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I finally set up a blog.  Janae has been trying to get me to do this for a while now.  I knew that I wanted to start one.  I just had to make time to set it up.  I definately won't get it all set up today.  This might take awhile for me to get used to this and to learn all that I can do with a blog.&lt;br /&gt;Brinley really wants to play the computer right now, so I am going to take a break from trying to set this up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535710177435816615-5482441254837057936?l=themoserfamily5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/feeds/5482441254837057936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-i-finally-set-up-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/5482441254837057936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535710177435816615/posts/default/5482441254837057936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoserfamily5.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-i-finally-set-up-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15947847725373744734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NbWauuesTAI/Sh1O6h5VD8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/7LyIuN6LZLI/S220/101_1663jhfdgh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
