<?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-4281652648604512231</id><updated>2012-02-10T10:38:10.971-06:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='Random'/><category term='Getting the hang of this'/><category term='moving'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='Papa'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='soccer'/><category term='pregnant'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='news'/><category term='Lily'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='traditions'/><category term='Daddy'/><category term='Phillip'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='projects'/><category term='school'/><category term='Preson'/><category term='House'/><category term='move'/><category term='kitchen'/><category term='home'/><category term='preschool'/><category term='Mommy'/><category term='craft'/><category term='Family Fun'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='Mandy'/><category term='family'/><category term='cousins'/><category term='Recipe'/><category term='Riley'/><category term='hot air balloons'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Preston'/><category term='FYI'/><category term='Grandparents'/><category term='Reunion'/><category term='Happenings'/><category term='family update'/><category term='Phillip; happenings'/><title type='text'>Moore Fun Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>359</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-3531856722750044236</id><published>2012-02-09T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T21:50:25.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooded Towel Mandy Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, I have never written a how to post... I don't recall anyways. &amp;nbsp;But a friend of mine asked me how I make the hooded towels that I sooo love. &amp;nbsp;I thought it would be easier to show you in pictures. &amp;nbsp;I made one and took step by step pictures as I went. &amp;nbsp;I hope you can learn from the pictures. &amp;nbsp;After trying to do this, I have much more appreciation for those that put step by step how-tos&amp;nbsp;because it takes time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kVkw2FEcc8w/TzPr6NoYBOI/AAAAAAAAB_I/jnmq_l2AlGo/s1600/IMG_0323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kVkw2FEcc8w/TzPr6NoYBOI/AAAAAAAAB_I/jnmq_l2AlGo/s320/IMG_0323.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Start with a hand towel (blue) and a white wash cloth. &amp;nbsp;The hand towel normally matches the bath towel you are using. &amp;nbsp;You can get as creative as you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K_ZPmJQSqM8/TzPr7DQgqLI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/Ijfk-6N_P9Q/s1600/IMG_0324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K_ZPmJQSqM8/TzPr7DQgqLI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/Ijfk-6N_P9Q/s320/IMG_0324.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/-PdzuGqYwKHo/TzPr8WexmmI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/n7mz_FDVOxY/s1600/IMG_0325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PdzuGqYwKHo/TzPr8WexmmI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/n7mz_FDVOxY/s320/IMG_0325.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cut a 2" strip from the hand towel. &amp;nbsp;This will be sewn onto the wash cloth for a trim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sgLYkBtSvoE/TzPr9lGj9II/AAAAAAAAB_g/8uI_4gkjTsk/s1600/IMG_0326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sgLYkBtSvoE/TzPr9lGj9II/AAAAAAAAB_g/8uI_4gkjTsk/s320/IMG_0326.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have found it easier to cut the the hemmed part off the ends of the wash cloth so it's not so thick when you sew it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rwv9uHJOxPY/TzPr-xJiQVI/AAAAAAAAB_o/9LCvorgPPZ0/s1600/IMG_0327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rwv9uHJOxPY/TzPr-xJiQVI/AAAAAAAAB_o/9LCvorgPPZ0/s320/IMG_0327.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Next lay the colored strip you cut from the hand towel on top of one side of the wash cloth you cut the trim off of. &amp;nbsp;There will be extra that hangs off the edge so line it up so an even amount hangs off each edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCEkhkNbEHE/TzPsG4CzuyI/AAAAAAAAB_w/c12gUn5HPSg/s1600/IMG_0333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCEkhkNbEHE/TzPsG4CzuyI/AAAAAAAAB_w/c12gUn5HPSg/s320/IMG_0333.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pin the strip in place and sew it on the outside edge. &amp;nbsp;Flip the colored piece over and place another stitch across the seam where you folded so it lays down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZcBdCNoy2g/TzPsIXLSyBI/AAAAAAAAB_4/_m6l6gS2aaw/s1600/IMG_0334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZcBdCNoy2g/TzPsIXLSyBI/AAAAAAAAB_4/_m6l6gS2aaw/s320/IMG_0334.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Roll the remaining edge under a little so it does not frey and sew it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aWt8hf4ZEgI/TzPsJj9ea5I/AAAAAAAACAA/5mt7pyojiUU/s1600/IMG_0335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aWt8hf4ZEgI/TzPsJj9ea5I/AAAAAAAACAA/5mt7pyojiUU/s320/IMG_0335.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You can see here the cloth is now on the other side where you started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JjRU5cZ7Oq4/TzPsRDChiVI/AAAAAAAACAI/nbVmFDUl5QE/s1600/IMG_0338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JjRU5cZ7Oq4/TzPsRDChiVI/AAAAAAAACAI/nbVmFDUl5QE/s320/IMG_0338.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now, find your center on both the bath towel and washcloth. &amp;nbsp;I put a straight pin in to mark it. &amp;nbsp;Then, pin the wash cloth to the bath towel. &amp;nbsp;Making sure you pin in the correct way. &amp;nbsp;Actually, I pinned this on wrong. &amp;nbsp;The trim you sewed on should be facing DOWN. &amp;nbsp;Now, sew the wash cloth on. &amp;nbsp;I usually use a zig zag stitch because I don't have a working surger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml1vj8LqAEo/TzPsfzkPNHI/AAAAAAAACAg/sfSbfhbaAmU/s1600/IMG_0342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml1vj8LqAEo/TzPsfzkPNHI/AAAAAAAACAg/sfSbfhbaAmU/s320/IMG_0342.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here is the correct way to pin it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-twOrYATeQEw/TzPsdiDPGQI/AAAAAAAACAQ/V8SKYsBElXw/s1600/IMG_0340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-twOrYATeQEw/TzPsdiDPGQI/AAAAAAAACAQ/V8SKYsBElXw/s320/IMG_0340.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes, the edge of the wash cloth with look "raw" or like it's going to fray, but it's okay it will be covered up. &amp;nbsp;Keeping going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-48DLLYP8YRE/TzPsek6CL4I/AAAAAAAACAY/PplqFbNGpGE/s1600/IMG_0341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-48DLLYP8YRE/TzPsek6CL4I/AAAAAAAACAY/PplqFbNGpGE/s320/IMG_0341.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/-CM4v1y-0Hj8/TzPshpTkPJI/AAAAAAAACAo/l8L8GFd_kKk/s1600/IMG_0343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CM4v1y-0Hj8/TzPshpTkPJI/AAAAAAAACAo/l8L8GFd_kKk/s320/IMG_0343.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's all sewn on. &amp;nbsp;Now time to finish up the hood part. &amp;nbsp;I will try my best to explain it, but hopefully the pictures will tell you better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IxjBt4H6nPc/TzPsil-iZlI/AAAAAAAACAw/lOaqFTtH5K4/s1600/IMG_0344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IxjBt4H6nPc/TzPsil-iZlI/AAAAAAAACAw/lOaqFTtH5K4/s320/IMG_0344.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bring the top right corner down to the bath towel and pin it. &amp;nbsp;Can you see how the wash cloth makes a big pleat? Fold it in so it makes a triangle to the edge of the colored strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K8boox0OALQ/TzPsjqAevoI/AAAAAAAACA4/8Dgdgm4Exyk/s1600/IMG_0345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K8boox0OALQ/TzPsjqAevoI/AAAAAAAACA4/8Dgdgm4Exyk/s320/IMG_0345.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pin down the corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ya8aAdGUBKw/TzPsks3HDqI/AAAAAAAACBA/QfZsWdoeGrs/s1600/IMG_0346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ya8aAdGUBKw/TzPsks3HDqI/AAAAAAAACBA/QfZsWdoeGrs/s320/IMG_0346.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now pin down the colord strip.&lt;br /&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zKOnF5D-N9Y/TzSJFYo-w0I/AAAAAAAACBQ/ZmaPYHjIR_M/s1600/IMG_0350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zKOnF5D-N9Y/TzSJFYo-w0I/AAAAAAAACBQ/ZmaPYHjIR_M/s320/IMG_0350.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do the same to the left side ensuring you fold the triangle in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WJIFaMaoy1M/TzSJGfu-0jI/AAAAAAAACBY/dZ5_I2FFQFc/s1600/IMG_0351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WJIFaMaoy1M/TzSJGfu-0jI/AAAAAAAACBY/dZ5_I2FFQFc/s320/IMG_0351.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pin both sides and sew it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sppo7cWAf1A/TzSJHbosL_I/AAAAAAAACBg/ljP-YKzsMsM/s1600/IMG_0352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sppo7cWAf1A/TzSJHbosL_I/AAAAAAAACBg/ljP-YKzsMsM/s320/IMG_0352.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/-OakcjHwd2zc/TzSJIR7aV0I/AAAAAAAACBo/41GJq8IaYSo/s1600/IMG_0353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OakcjHwd2zc/TzSJIR7aV0I/AAAAAAAACBo/41GJq8IaYSo/s320/IMG_0353.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now flip the towel over and&amp;nbsp;make one more seam where the wash cloth meets the towel by stitching the hem of the towel to the wash cloth. (As seen in the above picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aU4vYrlaLnY/TzSJJdFvs2I/AAAAAAAACBw/abFTU6Bnzr0/s1600/IMG_0354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aU4vYrlaLnY/TzSJJdFvs2I/AAAAAAAACBw/abFTU6Bnzr0/s320/IMG_0354.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here ya go. &amp;nbsp;Let me know if you have any questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-3531856722750044236?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3531856722750044236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=3531856722750044236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/3531856722750044236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/3531856722750044236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2012/02/hooded-towel-mandy-style.html' title='Hooded Towel Mandy Style'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kVkw2FEcc8w/TzPr6NoYBOI/AAAAAAAAB_I/jnmq_l2AlGo/s72-c/IMG_0323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-6281317868773125044</id><published>2012-01-23T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T20:16:02.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a moment or two</title><content type='html'>Preston came home from school today. &amp;nbsp;He was happy and excited. &amp;nbsp;He always is. &amp;nbsp;Riley runs up to him as he is getting off the bus to greet him and Lily is right behind her. &amp;nbsp;Right before the dreaded homework is started, Preston came in my bedroom. &amp;nbsp;He said,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mom, I was thinking today at school and on the bus, 'why do I have to get mad and frustrated and be mean.' &amp;nbsp;From now on, I am not going to yell at Riley. &amp;nbsp;Even if she gets out of bed at night. &amp;nbsp;I am going to be nicer."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, "That's a great goal." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Thanks, Mom." Preston said, as he ran out the room to start his homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I later heard him talking to Riley about it. &amp;nbsp;She got really excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, Preston really is a great big brother and loves his sisters. &amp;nbsp;There are moments, but those moments make these sweet moments sweeter. &amp;nbsp;I just had to smile and agree with him because he was right. &amp;nbsp;Preston made me think. &amp;nbsp;Why do we have to be mean? &amp;nbsp;Being a mom is so humbling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GvAy7byZh00/Tx4S3Sxb0uI/AAAAAAAAB_A/QamLAXoAlsw/s1600/IMG_0261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GvAy7byZh00/Tx4S3Sxb0uI/AAAAAAAAB_A/QamLAXoAlsw/s320/IMG_0261.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had many reminders lately about life and just what a blessing it is. &amp;nbsp;How short our time here on Earth is. I am truly blessed with a wonderful family. &amp;nbsp;I want to treasure my time with them. &amp;nbsp;I want to make sure my kids know how much I love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-6281317868773125044?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6281317868773125044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=6281317868773125044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/6281317868773125044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/6281317868773125044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2012/01/having-moment-or-two.html' title='Having a moment or two'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GvAy7byZh00/Tx4S3Sxb0uI/AAAAAAAAB_A/QamLAXoAlsw/s72-c/IMG_0261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-854143600864650020</id><published>2012-01-23T19:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T19:58:20.882-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>January is flying</title><content type='html'>I got a new camera for Christmas and was supper excited. &amp;nbsp;Then, I dropped it and basically broke it. &amp;nbsp;So, downloading pictures off of it is a pain and it has made keeping up with this blog a pain. &amp;nbsp;I like to add pictures with my posts because I think it's more interesting to have a picture to look at. &amp;nbsp;For me anyways. &amp;nbsp;Here are somethings we've done this year so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. New Year's- We celebrated with smashing our gingerbread houses and sparklers. &amp;nbsp;Of course, we had our special drink (that's what the kids call it), sparkling grape juice. &amp;nbsp;Things that I remember from this is that is was cold, Twinkles loved eating the ginger bread houses, Riley burned her finger on a sparkler, and we could watch huge fireworks in a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-juabGpHlsls/Tx4J97_9DjI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/wZQ8gO3NLCs/s1600/IMG_0120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-juabGpHlsls/Tx4J97_9DjI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/wZQ8gO3NLCs/s320/IMG_0120.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/-dPvw4UcyIC0/Tx4J-yAO5WI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/0KvH1xjkv-g/s1600/IMG_0121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPvw4UcyIC0/Tx4J-yAO5WI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/0KvH1xjkv-g/s320/IMG_0121.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/-IiMfU_rIdxA/Tx4KErEU6VI/AAAAAAAAB9g/NVIUJErinN8/s1600/IMG_0131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IiMfU_rIdxA/Tx4KErEU6VI/AAAAAAAAB9g/NVIUJErinN8/s320/IMG_0131.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/-fa8tBGN_EIs/Tx4KJSBAxRI/AAAAAAAAB9o/e5V1uGM6dSc/s1600/IMG_0127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fa8tBGN_EIs/Tx4KJSBAxRI/AAAAAAAAB9o/e5V1uGM6dSc/s320/IMG_0127.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQjsO0moFjM/Tx4KKZuzP5I/AAAAAAAAB9w/hVkI1VxIrcY/s1600/IMG_0128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQjsO0moFjM/Tx4KKZuzP5I/AAAAAAAAB9w/hVkI1VxIrcY/s320/IMG_0128.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/-MnXmPRh0cUM/Tx4KPUkOrAI/AAAAAAAAB94/9V_SrP0TDYo/s1600/IMG_0137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MnXmPRh0cUM/Tx4KPUkOrAI/AAAAAAAAB94/9V_SrP0TDYo/s320/IMG_0137.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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ah1SabWyp-8/Tx4KP_QZX7I/AAAAAAAAB-A/7V-dp_sqoUg/s1600/IMG_0138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ah1SabWyp-8/Tx4KP_QZX7I/AAAAAAAAB-A/7V-dp_sqoUg/s320/IMG_0138.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2. We made a day trip to Veterans State Park and Cheehaw. &amp;nbsp;We actually did this at the very end of Dec. &amp;nbsp;It was really fun. &amp;nbsp;We went on a hike and had a picnic lunch. &amp;nbsp;We had brought the kids' bikes, but forgot helmets. &amp;nbsp;So, needless to say they were supper dupper mad and sad they couldn't ride their bikes. &amp;nbsp;Cheehaw has a"zoo." &amp;nbsp;It's more if a wildlife reserve. &amp;nbsp;You can actually camp there as well. &amp;nbsp;I was delighted that they had a trail of lights. &amp;nbsp;We did it all except camp there, but would love to go back.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bFHmEiUpsUg/Tx4NyPkq0AI/AAAAAAAAB-I/5AysJRya7rg/s1600/IMG_0081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bFHmEiUpsUg/Tx4NyPkq0AI/AAAAAAAAB-I/5AysJRya7rg/s320/IMG_0081.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZkvUzquqTk/Tx4N_8ciCZI/AAAAAAAAB-g/jlS1BnNpyo8/s320/IMG_0107.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j-Q0jF1JEII/Tx4ODlwbnpI/AAAAAAAAB-o/wSVHpzjaizk/s1600/IMG_0111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j-Q0jF1JEII/Tx4ODlwbnpI/AAAAAAAAB-o/wSVHpzjaizk/s320/IMG_0111.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/-sDf2LdIIaTA/Tx4OKGQo6JI/AAAAAAAAB-w/mdY80dlK-oA/s1600/IMG_0092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sDf2LdIIaTA/Tx4OKGQo6JI/AAAAAAAAB-w/mdY80dlK-oA/s320/IMG_0092.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Llama, Llama mad at mama" said Preston and Riley. &amp;nbsp;They love that book.&lt;br /&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;Preston had his first basketball game.&lt;br /&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;Riley visited the Fire Station for Joy School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nT0XwE7AusM/Tx4PUXDQSFI/AAAAAAAAB-4/kaWxkF0cfaI/s1600/IMG_0198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nT0XwE7AusM/Tx4PUXDQSFI/AAAAAAAAB-4/kaWxkF0cfaI/s320/IMG_0198.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's now the end of January and as I write this I realize I have missed a bunch of stuff. &amp;nbsp;Some of it we did on Christmas break. &amp;nbsp;I will post more later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-854143600864650020?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/854143600864650020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=854143600864650020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/854143600864650020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/854143600864650020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-is-flying.html' title='January is flying'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-juabGpHlsls/Tx4J97_9DjI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/wZQ8gO3NLCs/s72-c/IMG_0120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-3318358735340522956</id><published>2011-12-30T20:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T17:42:22.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Break is ending soon</title><content type='html'>Here is what we did on Christmas Break. &amp;nbsp;Preston goes back to school next Tuesday and all daily routines &amp;nbsp;begin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;We all got use to being with each other all day long&lt;br /&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;Story times&lt;br /&gt;3. Christmas light viewing&lt;br /&gt;4. Christmas Eve Eve bowling- this is becoming a tradition. &amp;nbsp;It was AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Last minute shopping on Christmas Eve for tape&lt;br /&gt;6. Play, play, play&lt;br /&gt;7. Chipedwrecked&lt;br /&gt;8. Trip to Atlanta (more on that later)&lt;br /&gt;9. Visited Veterans State Park and hiked&lt;br /&gt;10. Chehaw Wildlife Park- &amp;nbsp;I love to say this word. &amp;nbsp;It reminds me of YEE-HAW!!!&lt;br /&gt;11. Slept under the Christmas Tree one night. &amp;nbsp;I was told I was the best mom ever. &amp;nbsp;Really in the end, I kept having to threaten them with sending them to their beds if they were not quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As we close out 2011 and look forward to 2012, I must say we are truly blessed.&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/-3FcQvK9R2vw/Tv-dWIbFZiI/AAAAAAAAB9I/038obvz161c/s1600/IMG_0049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FcQvK9R2vw/Tv-dWIbFZiI/AAAAAAAAB9I/038obvz161c/s320/IMG_0049.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-3318358735340522956?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3318358735340522956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=3318358735340522956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/3318358735340522956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/3318358735340522956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-break-is-ending-soon.html' title='Christmas Break is ending soon'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FcQvK9R2vw/Tv-dWIbFZiI/AAAAAAAAB9I/038obvz161c/s72-c/IMG_0049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-4482255471259458513</id><published>2011-12-25T20:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:27:47.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Gingerbread House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a fun tradition that we do as a family. The kids are getting older and can help more which sometimes makes it interesting (if you know what I mean). &amp;nbsp;This year we constructed a village. &amp;nbsp;I thought it would work out great if everyone had their own little house to work on. &amp;nbsp;Riley and Preston loved having their own, but, whew, it seemed to be more work than just one big house. &amp;nbsp;It was still a success and everyone ate their share and then some of candy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pK2jahYe8Q8/TvfZxarjkjI/AAAAAAAAB8U/w3Dew_vYy7c/s1600/IMG_0028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pK2jahYe8Q8/TvfZxarjkjI/AAAAAAAAB8U/w3Dew_vYy7c/s320/IMG_0028.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N3jO87r60is/TvfZ0hdljtI/AAAAAAAAB8c/60ActVRDChA/s1600/IMG_0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N3jO87r60is/TvfZ0hdljtI/AAAAAAAAB8c/60ActVRDChA/s320/IMG_0025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Making sure everyone knows which one they built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QbtggN3eqhg/TvfZ4JG3FaI/AAAAAAAAB8k/AMGnrAo3niM/s1600/IMG_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QbtggN3eqhg/TvfZ4JG3FaI/AAAAAAAAB8k/AMGnrAo3niM/s320/IMG_0012.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBLJ1afB2Wg/TvfZ9e6E07I/AAAAAAAAB8s/_TYaRGxsNsY/s1600/IMG_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBLJ1afB2Wg/TvfZ9e6E07I/AAAAAAAAB8s/_TYaRGxsNsY/s320/IMG_0016.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KsrmE0Z9Lgg/TvfZ-nPCrfI/AAAAAAAAB80/Bs7X7-19xNI/s1600/IMG_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KsrmE0Z9Lgg/TvfZ-nPCrfI/AAAAAAAAB80/Bs7X7-19xNI/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lily trying to sneak some candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7UuP_0MYr_M/TvfaA-6C-MI/AAAAAAAAB88/5LiriCAelBY/s1600/IMG_0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7UuP_0MYr_M/TvfaA-6C-MI/AAAAAAAAB88/5LiriCAelBY/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Phillip tried to decorate himself. &amp;nbsp;Silly daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as our tradition goes, on New Year's Day we SMASH it to pieces. &amp;nbsp;Symbolizing the passing of a year and start of a new year. &amp;nbsp;This is the fun part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-4482255471259458513?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4482255471259458513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=4482255471259458513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/4482255471259458513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/4482255471259458513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/12/annual-gingerbread-house.html' title='Annual Gingerbread House'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pK2jahYe8Q8/TvfZxarjkjI/AAAAAAAAB8U/w3Dew_vYy7c/s72-c/IMG_0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-7153463082266539647</id><published>2011-12-25T20:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:19:04.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PJs</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I made the kids new pjs this year. &amp;nbsp;It was fun and I think I would do it again, but not with fleece (unless we move somewhere REALLY cold).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GV3UHfqcnig/TvfZX-BpO7I/AAAAAAAAB8A/DqpQW8RnLXc/s1600/IMG_0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GV3UHfqcnig/TvfZX-BpO7I/AAAAAAAAB8A/DqpQW8RnLXc/s320/IMG_0010.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1VDRiKtag3E/TvfZaYoKBVI/AAAAAAAAB8I/Djv9CY3mW5s/s1600/IMG_0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1VDRiKtag3E/TvfZaYoKBVI/AAAAAAAAB8I/Djv9CY3mW5s/s320/IMG_0007.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-7153463082266539647?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7153463082266539647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=7153463082266539647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/7153463082266539647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/7153463082266539647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/12/pjs.html' title='PJs'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GV3UHfqcnig/TvfZX-BpO7I/AAAAAAAAB8A/DqpQW8RnLXc/s72-c/IMG_0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-8795217310311255214</id><published>2011-12-25T20:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:15:50.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>This is a special time of the year that our family focuses on the birth of Jesus Christ. &amp;nbsp;Along with that, it's fun to hear updates from friends and family. &amp;nbsp;So, here's what's happening with the Moore family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 has been a good year to our family that bought some change. Change is not always easy, I have learned this year, but we don't know the big picture and need to count our blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V1qn2zGP5kY/TvfX0r0pFEI/AAAAAAAAB7g/H957SO9KYes/s1600/IMG_9660.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V1qn2zGP5kY/TvfX0r0pFEI/AAAAAAAAB7g/H957SO9KYes/s320/IMG_9660.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Preston (6) graduated from kindergarten and I had to accept the fact that he's growing up. &amp;nbsp;He started swim lessons at the Waco Family Y and loved it. &amp;nbsp;I was able to relax more at the pool knowing he can really swim. &amp;nbsp;I am proud of him for overcoming his fear of going under water. &amp;nbsp;I can say he can swim better than me. &amp;nbsp;Preston enjoys building things from legos and riding his bike and scooter. &amp;nbsp;He has become a great reader. &amp;nbsp;Preston has been visited from the tooth fairy many times this year. &amp;nbsp;He is a great big bother and always looking out for his sisters. &amp;nbsp;He just started basketball and we are excited to support him with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNCloXoI-qQ/TvfXcp_XYEI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/VSMFG-BiEqU/s1600/IMG_9740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNCloXoI-qQ/TvfXcp_XYEI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/VSMFG-BiEqU/s320/IMG_9740.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Riley (3) also took swim lessons in May and really excelled quickly learning how to swim on her own. &amp;nbsp;She amazed me. &amp;nbsp;She loves to run and play with Preston and is working towards riding her bike without training wheels. &amp;nbsp;I started Joy school with Riley when we moved to Warner Robins and she loves school. &amp;nbsp;There are 2 &amp;nbsp;other children in our preschool group. &amp;nbsp;Riley is our social butterfly and will introduce our entire family to any stranger she meets. &amp;nbsp;She makes sure Lily is "safe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t3zCVpujA6A/TvfXVdM0mII/AAAAAAAAB7Q/SRvMfX-3h_w/s1600/IMG_9819.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t3zCVpujA6A/TvfXVdM0mII/AAAAAAAAB7Q/SRvMfX-3h_w/s320/IMG_9819.jpg" width="250" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lily (19 mons) started the year as a scooter and got around on her behind. &amp;nbsp;When she decided she wanted to walk, off she went at 16 months walking. &amp;nbsp;I was glad for that transition because it was taking a toll on her clothes. She is definitely a full fledged toddler -- attitude and all. &amp;nbsp;She started nursery at church a month ago and loves it. &amp;nbsp;Lily has such a sweet personality and continues to be laid back. &amp;nbsp;She loves her blanket and any soft animal she can get her hands on. &amp;nbsp;She loves to play with Preston and Riley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xeR9i92HK-w/TvfYZQ5ibyI/AAAAAAAAB7s/iKGRmg7_cdM/s1600/IMG_9586.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xeR9i92HK-w/TvfYZQ5ibyI/AAAAAAAAB7s/iKGRmg7_cdM/s320/IMG_9586.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Phillip started the year off traveling at least 50% of the time and had some demanding responsibilities at church. &amp;nbsp;He managed everything like a champ. &amp;nbsp;Several different employment opportunities came his way, which was a blessing. &amp;nbsp;It would also mean a huge change for our family. &amp;nbsp;After fasting and praying, our prayers were answered and Phillip accepted a job with GTMR. &amp;nbsp;In August, we moved to Warner Robins, GA. &amp;nbsp;He loves his job and is learning everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dsmbVuqVkEM/TvfYhX4ImFI/AAAAAAAAB70/kkwCcF7D0hk/s1600/IMG_0051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dsmbVuqVkEM/TvfYhX4ImFI/AAAAAAAAB70/kkwCcF7D0hk/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I continue to manage the family and run the house. :) &amp;nbsp;I keep busy with my church calling serving in the Relief Society as 2nd counselor, teaching Joy School, room parent responsibilities for Preston's class, and recently being suckered into team mom for basketball season. &amp;nbsp;I still managed to work on my hobbies from time to time which are sewing and scrap booking. &amp;nbsp;I love to workout and had to say good-bye to the Waco Family Y. &amp;nbsp;I've had to motivate myself more to get to the gym here in GA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put our Hewitt house on the market at the end of April knowing we were going to sale it, but not knowing where we would be going or even where Phillip would be working. &amp;nbsp;With the stress of trying to sale a house, decide on employment, moving out of Texas, learning a new area, we have grown this year together as a family and closer to our Heavenly Father. &amp;nbsp;We sold our TX &amp;nbsp;house the week of Thanksgiving. &amp;nbsp;It was a blessing to finally sale it, I was sad. &amp;nbsp;The Moores are doing great in GA. &amp;nbsp;We miss all our family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I look forward to a new year, 2012. &amp;nbsp;I look forward to learning more about GA, watching my kids continue to learn and grow, and keeping in touch with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;The Moore Family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-8795217310311255214?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8795217310311255214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=8795217310311255214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/8795217310311255214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/8795217310311255214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-special-time-of-year-that-our.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V1qn2zGP5kY/TvfX0r0pFEI/AAAAAAAAB7g/H957SO9KYes/s72-c/IMG_9660.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-803933963986262972</id><published>2011-12-21T20:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T20:48:30.266-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><title type='text'>Go Fish Education Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was able to go with Preston's class on their field to Go Fish Education Center in Perry, GA. &amp;nbsp;I even got to ride the school bus with all the 1st graders. &amp;nbsp;That's was a little crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was really a well planned field trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zNeKnofVQz8/TvKYNF6LxWI/AAAAAAAAB6s/ASg7areCMew/s1600/IMG_9726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zNeKnofVQz8/TvKYNF6LxWI/AAAAAAAAB6s/ASg7areCMew/s320/IMG_9726.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/-jwhIt10f6Ec/TvKYkhLWxgI/AAAAAAAAB60/DHHRQ2eKU_4/s1600/IMG_9701.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jwhIt10f6Ec/TvKYkhLWxgI/AAAAAAAAB60/DHHRQ2eKU_4/s320/IMG_9701.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDhGQ-nnayE/TvKZAh16Q2I/AAAAAAAAB68/ukb5GDCKxOg/s1600/IMG_9712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDhGQ-nnayE/TvKZAh16Q2I/AAAAAAAAB68/ukb5GDCKxOg/s320/IMG_9712.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/-qyz0RbnjF48/TvKZkbe2d8I/AAAAAAAAB7E/6KN1rt-p-dM/s1600/IMG_9723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qyz0RbnjF48/TvKZkbe2d8I/AAAAAAAAB7E/6KN1rt-p-dM/s320/IMG_9723.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love to be able to do things like this with my kids and I am just glad that Preston loves for me to come along with him, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-803933963986262972?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/803933963986262972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=803933963986262972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/803933963986262972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/803933963986262972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/12/go-fish-education-center.html' title='Go Fish Education Center'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zNeKnofVQz8/TvKYNF6LxWI/AAAAAAAAB6s/ASg7areCMew/s72-c/IMG_9726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-2630148314605118873</id><published>2011-12-20T19:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:50:07.697-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>Texas Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, I am playing catch up. &amp;nbsp;I thought I better before Christmas is here. &amp;nbsp;Our family flew to Texas for Thanksgiving week. &amp;nbsp;The kids traveled excellent both ways and everything went smoothly. &amp;nbsp;I will post lots of pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tvleopEwxKc/TvDgcPfoxkI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/LqmbfKYgaBI/s1600/IMG_9751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tvleopEwxKc/TvDgcPfoxkI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/LqmbfKYgaBI/s320/IMG_9751.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/-t8SV6MCXK-M/TvDgeCNtv7I/AAAAAAAAB4o/vXBdOy65TLI/s1600/IMG_9753.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t8SV6MCXK-M/TvDgeCNtv7I/AAAAAAAAB4o/vXBdOy65TLI/s320/IMG_9753.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-33KXUzsu5pQ/TvDgfXdew0I/AAAAAAAAB4w/B0HFYKtOw7Q/s1600/IMG_9754.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-33KXUzsu5pQ/TvDgfXdew0I/AAAAAAAAB4w/B0HFYKtOw7Q/s320/IMG_9754.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lily got very own seat on the way to DFW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HiJZqhi8MEI/TvDgg_vwsPI/AAAAAAAAB44/MCrGwhL_94Q/s1600/IMG_9755.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HiJZqhi8MEI/TvDgg_vwsPI/AAAAAAAAB44/MCrGwhL_94Q/s320/IMG_9755.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/-SD_zsN6Grac/TvDgiTHPuRI/AAAAAAAAB5A/PECLQ3mUFZI/s1600/IMG_9756.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SD_zsN6Grac/TvDgiTHPuRI/AAAAAAAAB5A/PECLQ3mUFZI/s320/IMG_9756.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-GGVsHGhaI/TvDga2FENHI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/xf9N_mXor4w/s1600/IMG_9750.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-GGVsHGhaI/TvDga2FENHI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/xf9N_mXor4w/s320/IMG_9750.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We got into DFW little before 5pm on Sat, November 19th. &amp;nbsp;We all piled onto the shuttle to go pick up our rental car. &amp;nbsp;The kids thought it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1o9743djcDA/TvDpGb2I3PI/AAAAAAAAB5o/6ioB4pdMJ40/s1600/IMG_9798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1o9743djcDA/TvDpGb2I3PI/AAAAAAAAB5o/6ioB4pdMJ40/s320/IMG_9798.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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Our first stop was Plano, TX to visit Meemaw and Papa Albritton (and Max). &amp;nbsp;Along with this stop we got to see the Sjolseths and Petersens a couple of times. &amp;nbsp;We stayed a night in McKinney with the Sjolseth, and the cousins had a ton of fun. &amp;nbsp;We got to celebrate a couple of birthdays during our visit- Merritt's and Aunt Debbie's. &amp;nbsp;Monday, we all went down to Fair Park in Dallas to the Natural History Museum. &amp;nbsp;They had a cute little Bob the Builder exhibit. &amp;nbsp;It was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/-gWkS_zyjTLE/TvDotfboxsI/AAAAAAAAB5I/kam42UpKsJE/s1600/IMG_9773.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gWkS_zyjTLE/TvDotfboxsI/AAAAAAAAB5I/kam42UpKsJE/s320/IMG_9773.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Papa and Lily.&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/-t4GwrHvoSKw/TvDpEuo6FeI/AAAAAAAAB5g/4Cm-x4gwjtM/s1600/IMG_9797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4GwrHvoSKw/TvDpEuo6FeI/AAAAAAAAB5g/4Cm-x4gwjtM/s320/IMG_9797.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rb00jRVse-U/TvDo9jDo-5I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/imKrb0qJZp4/s1600/IMG_9787.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rb00jRVse-U/TvDo9jDo-5I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/imKrb0qJZp4/s320/IMG_9787.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then, the next stop was Waco, Texas. &amp;nbsp;I didn't announce it, but we sold our house the week of Thanksgiving everything was final. &amp;nbsp;Yes, that deserves it's own post, but ya get what ya get and you don't throw a fit. &amp;nbsp;We stopped to visit with friends, and I wanted to see our Hewitt house again. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Wednesday, the week is flying by. &amp;nbsp;We kept driving south to Austin, Texas, &amp;nbsp;We love this city. &amp;nbsp;We spent the time at Aunt Martha and Uncle Tony's. &amp;nbsp;It was fun to see Phillip's family and the kids played outside nonstop. &amp;nbsp;The weather was beautiful. &amp;nbsp;We spent most of Thanksgiving day here and drove back up north to Plano, to spend our last night in Texas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-57a7JOTbKY4/TvEozhfnsoI/AAAAAAAAB5w/PeqDoLggBgQ/s1600/IMG_9805.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-57a7JOTbKY4/TvEozhfnsoI/AAAAAAAAB5w/PeqDoLggBgQ/s320/IMG_9805.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xrc6SLwTqC4/TvEpFjcAMXI/AAAAAAAAB54/_xAbaYU6G8U/s1600/IMG_9806.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xrc6SLwTqC4/TvEpFjcAMXI/AAAAAAAAB54/_xAbaYU6G8U/s320/IMG_9806.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-WClMtoLcg/TvEpkPzAW9I/AAAAAAAAB6A/6gzDiO3Ct6Y/s1600/IMG_9807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-WClMtoLcg/TvEpkPzAW9I/AAAAAAAAB6A/6gzDiO3Ct6Y/s320/IMG_9807.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-myyfala4eQk/TvEp1vCV5hI/AAAAAAAAB6I/eHUppsk8RQ8/s1600/IMG_9808.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-myyfala4eQk/TvEp1vCV5hI/AAAAAAAAB6I/eHUppsk8RQ8/s320/IMG_9808.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mE1oM1Ng49E/TvEqAXW5kOI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/vYDKXa76Zts/s1600/IMG_9809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mE1oM1Ng49E/TvEqAXW5kOI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/vYDKXa76Zts/s320/IMG_9809.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBJl198UJQc/TvEqRWD69kI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/XmUdwl4PRCM/s1600/IMG_9810.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBJl198UJQc/TvEqRWD69kI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/XmUdwl4PRCM/s320/IMG_9810.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0nLXwzji_0/TvEqe0Rs7vI/AAAAAAAAB6g/J7OEl1yeGrg/s1600/IMG_9811.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0nLXwzji_0/TvEqe0Rs7vI/AAAAAAAAB6g/J7OEl1yeGrg/s320/IMG_9811.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Friday ended our stay in Texas. &amp;nbsp;So sad, but we had mucho fun times. &amp;nbsp;I wish we could have seen everyone we know and love, but simple not possible. &amp;nbsp;We made it back to Atlanta, GA safe and sound. &amp;nbsp;Then the drive back home. &amp;nbsp;Good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/4281652648604512231-2630148314605118873?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2630148314605118873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=2630148314605118873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/2630148314605118873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/2630148314605118873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/12/texas-thanksgiving.html' title='Texas Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tvleopEwxKc/TvDgcPfoxkI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/LqmbfKYgaBI/s72-c/IMG_9751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-744541372197441052</id><published>2011-11-18T12:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T12:23:28.196-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><title type='text'>Preston's Thanksgiving Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today Lily and I got to go help out with the 1st grade Thanksgiving Feast. &amp;nbsp;Preston's class was all Indians and super cute. &amp;nbsp;I had help Mrs. Avera cut the shirts and it was fun to see how they all turned out. &amp;nbsp;Lily was excellent. &amp;nbsp;She sat by Preston the whole time and Preston shared his feast with her. &amp;nbsp;He is the best big bro-bro and sister can ask for. &amp;nbsp;It was so awesome to see Preston "show" off his little sister and how proud he was to be her big brother. &amp;nbsp;Lily did get upset when Preston had to leave and go back to class. &amp;nbsp;In fact, she tried to escape by lining up with Preston and trying to blend in. &amp;nbsp;Good times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXQS8M6Itz0/TsahPqwJjTI/AAAAAAAAB3o/4HTUEmxfPZM/s1600/IMG_9747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXQS8M6Itz0/TsahPqwJjTI/AAAAAAAAB3o/4HTUEmxfPZM/s320/IMG_9747.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lily and Preston. &amp;nbsp;Can you see Lily's Indian feather? &amp;nbsp;Thanks, Preston, for sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ARj4iUA4nOc/TsahaUJ0pBI/AAAAAAAAB3w/SOOKVwWeSnE/s1600/IMG_9741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ARj4iUA4nOc/TsahaUJ0pBI/AAAAAAAAB3w/SOOKVwWeSnE/s320/IMG_9741.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We set out 100ish place settings and plates of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mhJgPfL8XbQ/Tsahbv42KCI/AAAAAAAAB34/wxhi2Jzoiqc/s1600/IMG_9742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mhJgPfL8XbQ/Tsahbv42KCI/AAAAAAAAB34/wxhi2Jzoiqc/s320/IMG_9742.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Preston and Kailee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wc86Nua7zOs/TsahdIyJoJI/AAAAAAAAB4A/i2VbctiYCd0/s1600/IMG_9743.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wc86Nua7zOs/TsahdIyJoJI/AAAAAAAAB4A/i2VbctiYCd0/s320/IMG_9743.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mrs. Avera's class waiting patiently for the last class to show up to begin their feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-52Z-M9NfF6w/TsahhNauYPI/AAAAAAAAB4I/lstwwmOscq4/s1600/IMG_9749.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-52Z-M9NfF6w/TsahhNauYPI/AAAAAAAAB4I/lstwwmOscq4/s320/IMG_9749.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look how cute these are! &amp;nbsp;Another parent brought these for their class. Just darling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-744541372197441052?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/744541372197441052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=744541372197441052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/744541372197441052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/744541372197441052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/11/prestons-thanksgiving-feast.html' title='Preston&apos;s Thanksgiving Feast'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXQS8M6Itz0/TsahPqwJjTI/AAAAAAAAB3o/4HTUEmxfPZM/s72-c/IMG_9747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-1291280050914702123</id><published>2011-11-12T19:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T19:39:46.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Random &amp;nbsp;pictures. &amp;nbsp;I am not in the mood to do much except post some pictures.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3pokAt6aEls/Tr8eoph4X3I/AAAAAAAAB2o/h_Gvv-wjeeY/s1600/IMG_9657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3pokAt6aEls/Tr8eoph4X3I/AAAAAAAAB2o/h_Gvv-wjeeY/s320/IMG_9657.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/-uibak_b2abw/Tr8evt3IjLI/AAAAAAAAB2w/CwOCUanfPJY/s1600/IMG_9647.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uibak_b2abw/Tr8evt3IjLI/AAAAAAAAB2w/CwOCUanfPJY/s320/IMG_9647.jpg" width="205" /&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/-RSDOJf5yZu4/Tr8ewZtbyxI/AAAAAAAAB24/LXBQ7WXaqOw/s1600/IMG_9648.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RSDOJf5yZu4/Tr8ewZtbyxI/AAAAAAAAB24/LXBQ7WXaqOw/s320/IMG_9648.jpg" width="206" /&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/-Afv1JErJivU/Tr8e8Dd6fBI/AAAAAAAAB3A/pWUNhd7BYx0/s1600/IMG_9655.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Afv1JErJivU/Tr8e8Dd6fBI/AAAAAAAAB3A/pWUNhd7BYx0/s320/IMG_9655.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/-YzdHhlJ0UG0/Tr8fDrje2VI/AAAAAAAAB3I/FAkY2NURJUs/s1600/IMG_9582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YzdHhlJ0UG0/Tr8fDrje2VI/AAAAAAAAB3I/FAkY2NURJUs/s320/IMG_9582.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LonKM9ARaYw/TrHoY85NTkI/AAAAAAAAB0c/4Jjfk3yAzUQ/s1600/IMG_9654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LonKM9ARaYw/TrHoY85NTkI/AAAAAAAAB0c/4Jjfk3yAzUQ/s320/IMG_9654.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Halloween has come and gone. &amp;nbsp;Phillip was out of town. &amp;nbsp;Which was a drag. &amp;nbsp;We hooked up with our neighbors and went trick or treating. &amp;nbsp;One really great thing that Warner Robins does is set the time for trick or treating. &amp;nbsp;I thought that was brilliant. &amp;nbsp;So, trick or treating was 6pm to 8pm. &amp;nbsp;We had tons of people on our street. &amp;nbsp;It was so awesome and fun to see. &amp;nbsp;I had to set a bowl of candy on our door step for the 1st hour until we got home, but it worked out awesomely. &amp;nbsp;Noticed that Preston decided to dress up as a Viking instead of a dragon. &amp;nbsp;The trick or treating gang. &amp;nbsp;Not pictured are the moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o9RYvKjUyK4/TrHoWyNDh3I/AAAAAAAAB0U/GizlB-CEpSo/s1600/IMG_9653.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o9RYvKjUyK4/TrHoWyNDh3I/AAAAAAAAB0U/GizlB-CEpSo/s320/IMG_9653.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-3096664616278210851?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3096664616278210851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=3096664616278210851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/3096664616278210851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/3096664616278210851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/11/moore-halloween.html' title='Moore Halloween'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LonKM9ARaYw/TrHoY85NTkI/AAAAAAAAB0c/4Jjfk3yAzUQ/s72-c/IMG_9654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-6316768815547562804</id><published>2011-10-29T18:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T18:58:50.571-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Trunk or Treat</title><content type='html'>Tonight was our Ward's trunk or treat. &amp;nbsp;It was combined with the other ward. &amp;nbsp;I knew it would be crazy and it was. &amp;nbsp;We made Uncle Bryan Milligan's chili to take with us along with some corn bread muffins. &amp;nbsp;It was delicious. &amp;nbsp;We were smart because our family ate before we got there. &amp;nbsp;It turned out to be the best idea because there were so many people there. &amp;nbsp;There were tables set up both outside and in. &amp;nbsp;Can you tell I am a fan of bi-ward parties? &amp;nbsp;Not really. This church is not big enough for them. &amp;nbsp;They had some games going on and Preston and Riley thought that was fun. &amp;nbsp;The best part according to the kids was the trunk or treating. &amp;nbsp;It was fun to dress up as a family. &amp;nbsp;We went with "How to Train Your Dragon" theme. &amp;nbsp;If you saw me alone, you might mistake me for brown Mrs. Claus or Pocahontas. &amp;nbsp;Phillip and I were Vikings and we made our costumes. &amp;nbsp;Riley was Astrid and made a great one. &amp;nbsp;Preston was not thrilled with his dragon wings and Lily not thrilled with wearing her dragon hat. &amp;nbsp;Maybe you can't train a dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vTrw-mXQW0/TrHky6IRPwI/AAAAAAAAB0E/gSzCmB2HGSk/s1600/IMG_9617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vTrw-mXQW0/TrHky6IRPwI/AAAAAAAAB0E/gSzCmB2HGSk/s320/IMG_9617.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/-uZzsCLjI-Ss/TrHkwbezTaI/AAAAAAAABz0/VCrq2B0EO-4/s1600/IMG_9615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uZzsCLjI-Ss/TrHkwbezTaI/AAAAAAAABz0/VCrq2B0EO-4/s320/IMG_9615.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBUvjpQUnu0/TrHkxZWb9CI/AAAAAAAABz8/ssLOGHcZSHA/s1600/IMG_9616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBUvjpQUnu0/TrHkxZWb9CI/AAAAAAAABz8/ssLOGHcZSHA/s320/IMG_9616.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e5WqK_7IJnc/TrHmOzmFWJI/AAAAAAAAB0M/g6eOciBBHFo/s1600/IMG_9631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e5WqK_7IJnc/TrHmOzmFWJI/AAAAAAAAB0M/g6eOciBBHFo/s320/IMG_9631.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They gave hand cart rides... &amp;nbsp; Seriously... &amp;nbsp;I was a little hesitant on letting my kids get it. &amp;nbsp; They enjoyed it and survived. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-6316768815547562804?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6316768815547562804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=6316768815547562804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/6316768815547562804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/6316768815547562804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/10/trunk-or-treat.html' title='Trunk or Treat'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vTrw-mXQW0/TrHky6IRPwI/AAAAAAAAB0E/gSzCmB2HGSk/s72-c/IMG_9617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-6539670545693638206</id><published>2011-10-29T10:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T10:46:04.483-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>Pumpkin Carving</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;A Moore family tradition is to carve a pumpkin the Monday before Halloween. &amp;nbsp;So, this past Monday that's what we did. &amp;nbsp;Preston and Riley were really into it. &amp;nbsp;They designed the face, helped gut it, and cut out the pieces. &amp;nbsp;Lily didn't like it so much. &amp;nbsp;She cried as Preston pulled out the guts. &amp;nbsp;So what does Preston do?.... He puts a handful of pumpkin guts up to her face and really makes her cry. &amp;nbsp;What are brothers for? &amp;nbsp;It was fun and then we all went out for frozen yogurt. &amp;nbsp;It was a yummy ending to our fun evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-duwX95uzges/TqwsvqXfn9I/AAAAAAAABzM/gcmLcssYE3U/s1600/IMG_9597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-duwX95uzges/TqwsvqXfn9I/AAAAAAAABzM/gcmLcssYE3U/s320/IMG_9597.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G83oIG4eCH8/Tqws2UxP7EI/AAAAAAAABzU/V2FQzjuGhOs/s1600/IMG_9598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G83oIG4eCH8/Tqws2UxP7EI/AAAAAAAABzU/V2FQzjuGhOs/s320/IMG_9598.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;I promised pictures of our no mess pumpkin decorating last night for FHE. &amp;nbsp;Here they are. &amp;nbsp;They turned out too cute!&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/-k51rWN9WNSY/Tp4C2BJLawI/AAAAAAAABys/ZN6gaSRp1dc/s1600/IMG_9552.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k51rWN9WNSY/Tp4C2BJLawI/AAAAAAAABys/ZN6gaSRp1dc/s320/IMG_9552.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xje8GS79src/Tp4C-pNe-sI/AAAAAAAABy8/nAZYffl4MGg/s1600/IMG_9554.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xje8GS79src/Tp4C-pNe-sI/AAAAAAAABy8/nAZYffl4MGg/s320/IMG_9554.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtAaOIbcoSI/Tp4C9UKnfuI/AAAAAAAABy0/tgTJQF8yXe4/s1600/IMG_9553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtAaOIbcoSI/Tp4C9UKnfuI/AAAAAAAABy0/tgTJQF8yXe4/s320/IMG_9553.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/-8mVewX1A0x8/Tp4DB1j1DdI/AAAAAAAABzE/zXPxu-HHckQ/s1600/IMG_9557.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8mVewX1A0x8/Tp4DB1j1DdI/AAAAAAAABzE/zXPxu-HHckQ/s320/IMG_9557.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-3425027026735589126?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3425027026735589126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=3425027026735589126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/3425027026735589126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/3425027026735589126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumkin-decorating.html' title='Pumkin Decorating'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k51rWN9WNSY/Tp4C2BJLawI/AAAAAAAABys/ZN6gaSRp1dc/s72-c/IMG_9552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-1882239775393453791</id><published>2011-10-18T16:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T16:49:46.415-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><title type='text'>50 Days of School</title><content type='html'>Today marked 50 days of school. &amp;nbsp;Preston's grade was suppose to come dressed 50 style. &amp;nbsp;I didn't think Preston would go for it, but it did. &amp;nbsp;He said no one else dressed up, but I am sure someone else did. &amp;nbsp;He had to bring 50 of something and he chose Legos. &amp;nbsp;They got a root beer float at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IrwaeGYfwW4/Tp4A_ijdlJI/AAAAAAAAByk/jd2vvfSuiDU/s1600/IMG_9558.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IrwaeGYfwW4/Tp4A_ijdlJI/AAAAAAAAByk/jd2vvfSuiDU/s320/IMG_9558.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Preston even was singing the Grease Lighting song this morning. &amp;nbsp;I should him clips of the movie last night. &amp;nbsp;It's hard to tell, but his hair is slicked back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-1882239775393453791?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1882239775393453791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=1882239775393453791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/1882239775393453791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/1882239775393453791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/10/50-days-of-school.html' title='50 Days of School'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IrwaeGYfwW4/Tp4A_ijdlJI/AAAAAAAAByk/jd2vvfSuiDU/s72-c/IMG_9558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-2501291541707208900</id><published>2011-10-17T11:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T11:05:49.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Texas Home</title><content type='html'>I am hoping 2nd times a charm. &amp;nbsp;We have another contract on our house. &amp;nbsp;So, maybe we'll sell it this time. &amp;nbsp;I am sad about it, but we have to sell it. &amp;nbsp;It's been an awesome house and we have awesome neighbors and a couple of not so awesome that have come and gone, but there's always one in the bunch. &amp;nbsp;I'll keep you post on if things go through. &amp;nbsp;They had it inspected yesterday and we are suppose to close Nov. 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hyyeRP3zGj4/Tpxe1hhlbRI/AAAAAAAAByM/MYSBFpEDxJA/s1600/IMG_9232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hyyeRP3zGj4/Tpxe1hhlbRI/AAAAAAAAByM/MYSBFpEDxJA/s320/IMG_9232.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phillip is out of town at the moment. &amp;nbsp;We have some fun pumpkin decorating to do tonight during Family Home Evening. &amp;nbsp;I'll post pictures when they are done. &amp;nbsp;It's the no mess decorating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-342984373949490723?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/342984373949490723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=342984373949490723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/342984373949490723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/342984373949490723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/10/lunch-with-preston.html' title='Lunch with Preston'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hyyeRP3zGj4/Tpxe1hhlbRI/AAAAAAAAByM/MYSBFpEDxJA/s72-c/IMG_9232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-8385160115776222185</id><published>2011-10-16T19:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T19:41:20.437-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riley'/><title type='text'>Cute</title><content type='html'>Today, Riley was telling me about what she did in nursery at church as we drove home. &amp;nbsp;She really loves nursery. &amp;nbsp;I think because she probably runs the place. &amp;nbsp;She looks like a 5 year old in there. &amp;nbsp;She told me how they went on a walk outside and had to hold hands. &amp;nbsp;She continues to say, "Mom, don't worry we didn't walk in the driveway... only we walked on the sideway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kids make me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wMeKUY8uwfA/TpuHg16a3WI/AAAAAAAAByE/p30JPKkXq4g/s1600/IMG_9542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wMeKUY8uwfA/TpuHg16a3WI/AAAAAAAAByE/p30JPKkXq4g/s320/IMG_9542.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4281652648604512231-8385160115776222185?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8385160115776222185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=8385160115776222185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/8385160115776222185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/8385160115776222185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/10/cute.html' title='Cute'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wMeKUY8uwfA/TpuHg16a3WI/AAAAAAAAByE/p30JPKkXq4g/s72-c/IMG_9542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-7895329722089137126</id><published>2011-10-15T20:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T20:25:49.431-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft'/><title type='text'>FuN HaLLoWeeN CraFT</title><content type='html'>My friend gave me this idea and it sounded fun and messy. &amp;nbsp;Take a balloon, &amp;nbsp;1 part Elmer's glue to 1 part water, and yarn cut in about 6 ft (you'll need several pieces of long yarn). &amp;nbsp;Blow the balloon up, put the yarn in the glue mixture, wipe excess glue off and wrap your balloon. &amp;nbsp;Let them dry over night. &amp;nbsp;Pop the balloon and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End result-- Spider webs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1jBw-6awtA0/Tpo_7i6lzWI/AAAAAAAABx0/Sey94mzaFR0/s1600/IMG_9547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1jBw-6awtA0/Tpo_7i6lzWI/AAAAAAAABx0/Sey94mzaFR0/s320/IMG_9547.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/-GWnuHdVFOMY/Tpo_98WBNjI/AAAAAAAABx8/hGRuWjVdx6E/s1600/IMG_9548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GWnuHdVFOMY/Tpo_98WBNjI/AAAAAAAABx8/hGRuWjVdx6E/s320/IMG_9548.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We decorated ours with spider rings. &amp;nbsp;The kids that they were really cool. &amp;nbsp;They didn't like getting their hands all sticky from the glue. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't see doing this with a bunch of 3-6 yr olds because they need lots of help keeping the yarn from falling off. &amp;nbsp;I had my kids plus 2 neighbor kids and let's just say I was busy going between all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought they turned out supper cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-7895329722089137126?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7895329722089137126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=7895329722089137126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/7895329722089137126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/7895329722089137126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/10/fun-halloween-craft.html' title='FuN HaLLoWeeN CraFT'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1jBw-6awtA0/Tpo_7i6lzWI/AAAAAAAABx0/Sey94mzaFR0/s72-c/IMG_9547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-3331430468681568123</id><published>2011-10-10T19:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T19:31:03.954-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>Zoo Atlanta</title><content type='html'>We went to &amp;nbsp;Zoo Atlanta today for the last day of Fall break. &amp;nbsp;Phillip goes to work tomorrow and Preston goes back to school. &amp;nbsp;Even though there was rain in the forecast, we still went to the zoo. &amp;nbsp;We had a great time!! &amp;nbsp;We saw lots&amp;nbsp;of baby animals... Joey (baby kangaroo), 2 baby gorillas, 2 tiger cubs, and baby panda bear (11 months old). &amp;nbsp;We didn't get to all the animals, but that just makes us want to come back later. &amp;nbsp; I was really interested in the panda bears and learned something. &amp;nbsp;The zoo guy told me that the panda's are on loan to the zoo and cost $500,000 a year for the zoo to keep. &amp;nbsp;That's down from about 1 million a year they paid to rent the pandas. &amp;nbsp;Any baby pandas that are born have to go back to China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6KvTPJ1O6nI/TpNxccEuJdI/AAAAAAAABxY/fBwc9yf1WKA/s1600/zooatlanta1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6KvTPJ1O6nI/TpNxccEuJdI/AAAAAAAABxY/fBwc9yf1WKA/s320/zooatlanta1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oreo, the pig, turned 5 today. &amp;nbsp;So Cute!!&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Uh-pUhnkZ4/TpNxdKLlYzI/AAAAAAAABxc/ntJDCa7njoY/s1600/zooatlanta2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Uh-pUhnkZ4/TpNxdKLlYzI/AAAAAAAABxc/ntJDCa7njoY/s320/zooatlanta2.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Although hard to see, that's a Joey over there taking a break outside mommy's pouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did end up raining hard enough that we called it a day.&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-3331430468681568123?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3331430468681568123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=3331430468681568123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-1576427469989202580</id><published>2011-10-10T15:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T15:13:32.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Backyard finds</title><content type='html'>Today, Twinkles brought us a chipmunk... it was still alive and seemed unharmed. &amp;nbsp;That thing was so cute. &amp;nbsp;We traded for kitty treats and the chipmunk got away unharmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZAZAXigqrk/TpISNDZG57I/AAAAAAAABxE/dC8qk9vLbpQ/s1600/chipmunk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZAZAXigqrk/TpISNDZG57I/AAAAAAAABxE/dC8qk9vLbpQ/s200/chipmunk.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then, I turned over the top to the sand table and found a huge black widow. &amp;nbsp;Yikes! &amp;nbsp;We were able to show the kids and told them never to touch one. &amp;nbsp;Stay away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x5uFDeMlw5c/TpISKErhiJI/AAAAAAAABxA/3P7gfoq4iwE/s1600/black+widow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="159" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x5uFDeMlw5c/TpISKErhiJI/AAAAAAAABxA/3P7gfoq4iwE/s200/black+widow.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &amp;nbsp;I need to announce the swing set is finished!! &amp;nbsp;The kids are in love. &amp;nbsp;Phillip did an excellent job and I did paint most of it. &amp;nbsp;Phillip finished painting because I was making lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qa46AzrXTZY/TpNff_hKdRI/AAAAAAAABxQ/QfCmDtpVGbo/s1600/playset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qa46AzrXTZY/TpNff_hKdRI/AAAAAAAABxQ/QfCmDtpVGbo/s320/playset.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/-FEO6S-CJdEk/TpNfgabRg8I/AAAAAAAABxU/-G22RhKlHfk/s1600/playset2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FEO6S-CJdEk/TpNfgabRg8I/AAAAAAAABxU/-G22RhKlHfk/s320/playset2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tomorrow is Columbus Day and Preston has no school and Phillip has no work. &amp;nbsp;Stay tuned to see where we go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-1576427469989202580?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is Saturday. &amp;nbsp;We have some projects that will be started today. &amp;nbsp;The one everyone is excited about is Daddy is building a new swing set!! &amp;nbsp;Remember our awesome tree house... &amp;nbsp;The kids have been missing it. &amp;nbsp;Phillip is at Home Depot as I am typing this buying the lumber. &amp;nbsp;Yippee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Riley on the tree house swings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-7198481445721327895?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7198481445721327895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=7198481445721327895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-1371115390184331488</id><published>2011-10-07T19:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T19:50:53.446-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mandy'/><title type='text'>Marshmallows</title><content type='html'>I saw this cool idea on a blog called &lt;a href="http://www.makeandtakes.com/hot-chocolate-on-a-stick"&gt;Make and Take&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I tried the marshmallow recipe today and it worked. &amp;nbsp;I made homemade marshmallows. &amp;nbsp;Awesome! &amp;nbsp;I think anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-1371115390184331488?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-4996412885125000470</id><published>2011-10-07T19:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T19:46:35.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Break continues to GA Children's Museum</title><content type='html'>SO, the kids and I ventured up to Macon to visit Georgia's Children Museum. &amp;nbsp;Well, I don't have much to report except that it has potential. &amp;nbsp;The building is 6 or 7 stories high and only 2 1/2 stories have stuff on them. &amp;nbsp;It was a little bit of a disappointment. &amp;nbsp;Although, they did tell us that there is a renovation going on in the next 45 days. &amp;nbsp;I really don't want to say any negatives about because it seems like they just need support... the $$ kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the museum, we found a park and ate lunch and played. &amp;nbsp;The important thing is that the kids had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT STOP...I finally scored the Atlanta Zoo DVD from the library which means that we will get 4 passes to the Atlanta Zoo once I return it. &amp;nbsp;I am excited for several reasons... 1. I've been trying to get my hands on it since we moved here 2. Those passes are worth $80 (saving $$) 3. We are going to Zoo Atlanta on Monday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW... You may think I am a nerd, but the library is offering this program and it's great, but you have to time it because you only have 7 days to use the passes once you return the DVD. &amp;nbsp;There are only 2 copies of the DVD at the library I go to. &amp;nbsp;Can you tell I am supper excited?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-4996412885125000470?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4996412885125000470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=4996412885125000470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/4996412885125000470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/4996412885125000470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-break-continues-to-ga-childrens.html' title='Fall Break continues to GA Children&apos;s Museum'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-8711524952081364447</id><published>2011-10-06T20:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T20:05:57.631-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>GA National Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Akii3fPn9g/To5c8gAfp1I/AAAAAAAABw0/W2DLRmZo9IY/s1600/ganationalfair.6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Akii3fPn9g/To5c8gAfp1I/AAAAAAAABw0/W2DLRmZo9IY/s200/ganationalfair.6.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's fair time. &amp;nbsp;The GA National Fair is just a town over so we thought we go check out the fair. &amp;nbsp;Today, happened to be the cheapest day to go so we took advantage of it. &amp;nbsp;Phillip, Preston, and Riley rode the rides while Lily and I checked everything else out. &amp;nbsp;Lily and I checked out the street performers from artists to comedians to crocodile wrestler. &amp;nbsp;We then checked out all the arts and craft fair entries. &amp;nbsp;I think I might enter something next year. &amp;nbsp;Lily got lucky and got to pet a cow. &amp;nbsp;A very clean cow. &amp;nbsp;The girl had just finished blow drying it. &amp;nbsp;We saw a ton of goats!! &amp;nbsp;One of the best parts was sharing a caramel apple together. &amp;nbsp;Although, Lily just wanted the chocolate. &amp;nbsp;I didn't take any pictures because my battery charger is missing, but Phillip did with his handy dandy iphone. &amp;nbsp;We all had fun and spent lots of money on food, but there was no charge for parking. &amp;nbsp;Unheard of!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DIVCBbWzsz8/To5c4m1apUI/AAAAAAAABww/fv-bK_Slajc/s1600/ganationalfair.5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DIVCBbWzsz8/To5c4m1apUI/AAAAAAAABww/fv-bK_Slajc/s320/ganationalfair.5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preston and Riley on the ferris wheel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zFhgxrdutSw/To5c2nlgJoI/AAAAAAAABws/7YME2sF23lU/s1600/ganationalfair.4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zFhgxrdutSw/To5c2nlgJoI/AAAAAAAABws/7YME2sF23lU/s320/ganationalfair.4.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hTtEQQeEM34/To5czzsz8iI/AAAAAAAABwo/R19-fCDE8pI/s1600/ganationalfair.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hTtEQQeEM34/To5czzsz8iI/AAAAAAAABwo/R19-fCDE8pI/s320/ganationalfair.1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We saw gianormous rabbits.&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;Fall break continues to be supper fun. &amp;nbsp;We have more fun planned tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;Stay tuned.&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/4281652648604512231-8711524952081364447?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8711524952081364447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=8711524952081364447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/8711524952081364447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/8711524952081364447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/10/ga-national-fair.html' title='GA National Fair'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Akii3fPn9g/To5c8gAfp1I/AAAAAAAABw0/W2DLRmZo9IY/s72-c/ganationalfair.6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-6589324265284725699</id><published>2011-10-05T20:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T20:06:22.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Happenings</title><content type='html'>We have been in Georgia 6 weeks now. &amp;nbsp;There's been much change in our life and it's suppose to be all for good. &amp;nbsp;We felt like this was where we were suppose to go. &amp;nbsp;BUT that doesn't mean it's been easy or fun. &amp;nbsp;We had our first contract on our house in Texas come and go. &amp;nbsp;Which was every disappointing. &amp;nbsp;In fact, I had a saved post announcing we had a contract on our house, but didn't send it. &amp;nbsp;I am a supper worry wort and stress doesn't do anyone good. &amp;nbsp;I will learn something through this. &amp;nbsp;I do know we are blessed and things are actually really awesome when I step back and look at the whole picture.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, my van will soon have GA plates on it. &amp;nbsp;I've thought what if I just keep the GA plate in my van and not take my Texas ones off. &amp;nbsp;What would happen? &amp;nbsp;I registered my van and I could just say, "Oh, officer, &amp;nbsp;I have it right here, sorry." &amp;nbsp;I will put them on and be a good girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids are loving life and have some neighbor kids to ride scooters and bikes with. &amp;nbsp;They have had lots of talks of looking both ways and staying by the curb. &amp;nbsp;Our street is a dead end, but seems to have more traffic than you think. &amp;nbsp;Maybe, we can find a house with sidewalks next. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time...My sweet Lily is getting so big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MxTiIeY-l3c/To0MyjI4PyI/AAAAAAAABwk/DGL1QnZYF1Q/s1600/IMG_9529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MxTiIeY-l3c/To0MyjI4PyI/AAAAAAAABwk/DGL1QnZYF1Q/s320/IMG_9529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-6589324265284725699?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6589324265284725699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=6589324265284725699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/6589324265284725699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/6589324265284725699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-happenings.html' title='Life Happenings'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MxTiIeY-l3c/To0MyjI4PyI/AAAAAAAABwk/DGL1QnZYF1Q/s72-c/IMG_9529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-6093005451459996562</id><published>2011-10-05T19:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T19:52:29.286-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch "kinda"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OpCWBFkGzpI/To0IuK6e8DI/AAAAAAAABwU/KzyNsu0j5F0/s1600/IMG_0051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OpCWBFkGzpI/To0IuK6e8DI/AAAAAAAABwU/KzyNsu0j5F0/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we went to a farm about an hour north of us. &amp;nbsp;My neighbor invited us. &amp;nbsp;We loaded up in one van, 2 mommies and 6 kids. &amp;nbsp;Yes, we were cozy. &amp;nbsp;We had a great time. &amp;nbsp;There wasn't much of a pumpkin patch due to the lack of rain and deer have eaten what has grown. &amp;nbsp;But that was okay because there were animals to feed and talk to (this is what Riley did 80% of the time), playing in the corn house and on the awesome play ground, hayride and picnic lunch with the companion of great weather. &lt;br /&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mLQJfVEbE5M/To0JELjvvBI/AAAAAAAABwc/Wc_57Lz_NMQ/s1600/IMG_0039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mLQJfVEbE5M/To0JELjvvBI/AAAAAAAABwc/Wc_57Lz_NMQ/s320/IMG_0039.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VbuAy5LLj80/To0JKN6yNcI/AAAAAAAABwg/7wgHqNS3G8Q/s1600/IMG_0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VbuAy5LLj80/To0JKN6yNcI/AAAAAAAABwg/7wgHqNS3G8Q/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D9NUTnhiPgY/To0I-_6NohI/AAAAAAAABwY/2kDaYk67yNo/s1600/IMG_0048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D9NUTnhiPgY/To0I-_6NohI/AAAAAAAABwY/2kDaYk67yNo/s320/IMG_0048.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*Preston is not playing hookie from school. &amp;nbsp;He is on Fall Break. &amp;nbsp;Here in Georgia they have Fall Breaks. &amp;nbsp;It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-6093005451459996562?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6093005451459996562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=6093005451459996562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/6093005451459996562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/6093005451459996562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-patch-kinda.html' title='Pumpkin Patch &quot;kinda&quot;'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OpCWBFkGzpI/To0IuK6e8DI/AAAAAAAABwU/KzyNsu0j5F0/s72-c/IMG_0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-3220928031125167445</id><published>2011-09-29T06:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T06:00:10.460-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phillip'/><title type='text'>Phillip's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday, Honey!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WSipHISOljo/ToPEV-akCbI/AAAAAAAABwQ/a66p-yrU0QE/s1600/IMG_8894.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WSipHISOljo/ToPEV-akCbI/AAAAAAAABwQ/a66p-yrU0QE/s320/IMG_8894.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Phillip's birthday. &amp;nbsp;He is 37 years old!!! &amp;nbsp;I thought I would update everyone on his life. &amp;nbsp;Most know that he just started a new job. &amp;nbsp;That's the reason we moved to GA. &amp;nbsp;He works for GTMR at the Robin's Air force Base as a computer engineer and is loving it. &amp;nbsp;Besides being a great dad and husband, Phillip loves to write iphone apps and research new technology. &amp;nbsp;He just got a calling in our new ward as a Cub Scout leader specifically Webelos. &amp;nbsp;He really is excited about it. &amp;nbsp;Phillip continues to be the comedian in our family. &amp;nbsp;Although, Preston and Riley are picking up on his techniques. &amp;nbsp;He loves this time of the year because LONGHORN football, baby!! &amp;nbsp;The best part of the day is when daddy comes home according to Preston, Riley, and Lily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-3220928031125167445?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3220928031125167445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=3220928031125167445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/3220928031125167445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/3220928031125167445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/09/phillips-birthday.html' title='Phillip&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WSipHISOljo/ToPEV-akCbI/AAAAAAAABwQ/a66p-yrU0QE/s72-c/IMG_8894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-6881419734179237817</id><published>2011-09-17T19:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T19:31:31.894-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>Ocmulgee National Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, I have been dying to get out of the house as a family and explore some Georgia. &amp;nbsp;Of course, starting with things that are close to us. &amp;nbsp;We planned to visit Ocmulgee National Park which is in Macon. &amp;nbsp;Macon is about 20 minutes from us. &amp;nbsp;This park marks the spot where ancient Native American Indians lived. &amp;nbsp;The 3rd weekend in September happens to be a big Indian celebration. &amp;nbsp;We learned and saw many things from the American Indians that where there. &amp;nbsp;We explored a lot of the park from the Ocmulgee Mounds to the crafts of the American Indians. &amp;nbsp;We didn't get to see everything which means we will be back. &amp;nbsp;The kids loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fdM5awP54fs/TnVILEgg_qI/AAAAAAAABv8/dQXdaCKliMo/s1600/IMG_9509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fdM5awP54fs/TnVILEgg_qI/AAAAAAAABv8/dQXdaCKliMo/s320/IMG_9509.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;*picture courtesy of Preston. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aziXayEAxoA/TnVIQFBaGbI/AAAAAAAABwA/ub3XA18X9ro/s1600/IMG_9512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aziXayEAxoA/TnVIQFBaGbI/AAAAAAAABwA/ub3XA18X9ro/s320/IMG_9512.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;*picture courtesy of Preston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_b8XMZO9dBA/TnVIXVqnJ9I/AAAAAAAABwE/vDbaJwowJuM/s1600/IMG_9523.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_b8XMZO9dBA/TnVIXVqnJ9I/AAAAAAAABwE/vDbaJwowJuM/s320/IMG_9523.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This bridge goes over some railroad tracks. &amp;nbsp;The 1st time we walked across Preston mentioned how cool it would be if a train went under us as we were on the bridge. &amp;nbsp;Well, &amp;nbsp;it happened. &amp;nbsp;Look below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1pHDZO9vWes/TnVJUZRFeMI/AAAAAAAABwM/zLF_jOXnfGw/s1600/IMG_9532.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1pHDZO9vWes/TnVJUZRFeMI/AAAAAAAABwM/zLF_jOXnfGw/s320/IMG_9532.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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gvz913TxsC8/TnVIbfCfyxI/AAAAAAAABwI/w16T0-HHM-k/s1600/IMG_9521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gvz913TxsC8/TnVIbfCfyxI/AAAAAAAABwI/w16T0-HHM-k/s320/IMG_9521.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Behind my gang is one of the Indian mounds. &amp;nbsp;We actually got to walk in it. &amp;nbsp;Way cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-6881419734179237817?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6881419734179237817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=6881419734179237817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/6881419734179237817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/6881419734179237817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/09/ocmulgee-national-park.html' title='Ocmulgee National Park'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fdM5awP54fs/TnVILEgg_qI/AAAAAAAABv8/dQXdaCKliMo/s72-c/IMG_9509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-2108698356036284310</id><published>2011-09-14T19:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T19:45:03.802-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><title type='text'>Preston the bus rider and 1st grader</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have not put any "start of the school pictures" on here of Preston. &amp;nbsp;How awesome am I? &amp;nbsp;Preston started 1st grade this year. &amp;nbsp;School here in GA started Aug 1st. &amp;nbsp;We didn't get here until Aug 21st and his 1st day was Aug 22nd (Monday). &amp;nbsp;That was the best we could do and the fastest we could get here. &amp;nbsp;I hated he missed the 1st 3 weeks of school and was thrown into everything, but he's a champ and has handled it great. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aixJzOiwEyY/TnFVso73vZI/AAAAAAAABv0/0LKuiek33X8/s1600/IMG_9376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aixJzOiwEyY/TnFVso73vZI/AAAAAAAABv0/0LKuiek33X8/s320/IMG_9376.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Preston is getting on the bus to ride it to school for the 1st time. &amp;nbsp;I was a nervous wreck, but Preston said, "It was totally awesome."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9U0Rd1Kl9xI/TnFV6Z6CX2I/AAAAAAAABv4/kQasrU5FPK0/s1600/IMG_9374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9U0Rd1Kl9xI/TnFV6Z6CX2I/AAAAAAAABv4/kQasrU5FPK0/s320/IMG_9374.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Preston waiting for the bus. &amp;nbsp;It picks up right in front of our neighbor's driveway and drops Preston off at our driveway. &amp;nbsp;Talk about door to door service. &amp;nbsp;I love how Preston is still cool with hugging and kissing all of us before he loads the bus. &amp;nbsp;He insists on giving Riley and Lily hugs and kisses too. &amp;nbsp;That's cool if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting to know the new school along with Preston. &amp;nbsp;As a mom, you have to be your child's advocate and stand up for them. &amp;nbsp;I have had to do some of this. &amp;nbsp;I don't like causing a stink, but I have had to ask lots of questions. &amp;nbsp;The school so far has responded very well to me. &amp;nbsp;His teacher, Mrs. Avera, meet with me and seems excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a great 1st grade year and learning a ton!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-2108698356036284310?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2108698356036284310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=2108698356036284310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/2108698356036284310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/2108698356036284310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/09/preston-bus-rider-and-1st-grader.html' title='Preston the bus rider and 1st grader'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aixJzOiwEyY/TnFVso73vZI/AAAAAAAABv0/0LKuiek33X8/s72-c/IMG_9376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-4662096144474375498</id><published>2011-09-14T19:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T19:31:16.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying Mantis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6nyvZ7ndVE/TnFUwR_R9SI/AAAAAAAABvw/qO2oqGilUlo/s1600/IMG_9414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6nyvZ7ndVE/TnFUwR_R9SI/AAAAAAAABvw/qO2oqGilUlo/s320/IMG_9414.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The praying mantis that landed on my shirt at the bus stop. &amp;nbsp;Riley thought is was awesome and was excited to show Preston when he got home from school. &amp;nbsp;Together they let him go in the backyard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-4662096144474375498?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4662096144474375498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=4662096144474375498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/4662096144474375498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/4662096144474375498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/09/praying-mantis.html' title='Praying Mantis'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6nyvZ7ndVE/TnFUwR_R9SI/AAAAAAAABvw/qO2oqGilUlo/s72-c/IMG_9414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-7267277693018181082</id><published>2011-09-13T12:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T13:22:24.750-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Labor Day fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had some much needed fun this past Labor Day.  A friend invited us to Lake Oconee...specifically Reynold's Landing (her parent's). It was beauitful out there.  We drove right by the Ritz-Carolton.  Classy I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gT5C9hrFNmU/Tm-n48znjsI/AAAAAAAABvs/Mv7quu43lDA/s1600/IMG_9406.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gT5C9hrFNmU/Tm-n48znjsI/AAAAAAAABvs/Mv7quu43lDA/s320/IMG_9406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651920654210404034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riley loved watching the water and getting as close as she could to the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xNGk_Iogd8A/Tm-n4k6OaEI/AAAAAAAABvk/pOWa-REkn1Y/s1600/IMG_9393.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xNGk_Iogd8A/Tm-n4k6OaEI/AAAAAAAABvk/pOWa-REkn1Y/s320/IMG_9393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651920647795664962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the house on the lake.  So awesome!  The kids enjoyed rides on the golf cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qc09j0xbJNQ/Tm-n4dFLm0I/AAAAAAAABvc/b3Z-9y-9Te0/s1600/IMG_9401.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qc09j0xbJNQ/Tm-n4dFLm0I/AAAAAAAABvc/b3Z-9y-9Te0/s320/IMG_9401.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651920645694135106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phillip pulling in the tube.  He also wakeboarded and got up many times.  He was very sore for a couple of days.  I was even sore after only riding the tube once.  I was holding on for dear life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jytcblvPM5U/Tm-mD1CcOFI/AAAAAAAABvU/bf5nTvWy-bw/s1600/IMG_9386.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jytcblvPM5U/Tm-mD1CcOFI/AAAAAAAABvU/bf5nTvWy-bw/s320/IMG_9386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651918642080397394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone enjoyed a ride on the tube.  Even I risked my life.  Diane was a really great boat driver and never tried any funny bussiness except when Phillip was on the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eS80TRAi7Y/Tm-mDk0MV1I/AAAAAAAABvM/pt-4TCQZWqI/s1600/IMG_9407.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--eS80TRAi7Y/Tm-mDk0MV1I/AAAAAAAABvM/pt-4TCQZWqI/s320/IMG_9407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651918637725669202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We played corn hole (above is Phillip and Diane).  Which is very similar to horse shoes.  Phillip and I won... We've got skills.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cFAMMlMNU0g/Tm-mDUafYKI/AAAAAAAABvE/0FrS228llnk/s1600/IMG_9385.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cFAMMlMNU0g/Tm-mDUafYKI/AAAAAAAABvE/0FrS228llnk/s320/IMG_9385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651918633322897570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily started walking more with out her personal walker, me (mommy).  The kids loved riding in the boat and always requested to go faster.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to our great hosts and hostesses- Jim, Ruth, Diane, and Stu. &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/4281652648604512231-7267277693018181082?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7267277693018181082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=7267277693018181082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/7267277693018181082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/7267277693018181082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/09/labor-day-fun.html' title='Labor Day fun'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gT5C9hrFNmU/Tm-n48znjsI/AAAAAAAABvs/Mv7quu43lDA/s72-c/IMG_9406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-2183638579722295154</id><published>2011-09-11T11:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T11:20:09.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>Today is the 10 year anniversary of 9/11.  I am so grateful for all those that have fought for this country.  How blessed we are to be free.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking about what I was doing that day when those hijackers changed so much.  I was at work.  Working at Austin Diagnostic Clinic on Far West with Dr. Mosley.  Dr. Guerrero had already seen a patient.  As he walked out of the exam room, he said a plane just flew into the World Trade Center.  We turned the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; on in the break room.  I watched the news cover all day in between patients.  I watched as the day became more tragic and awful.  I remember thinking how could this happen, who could do this... Those people running around and trapped...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope all that last loved ones can find some way to feel peace today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-2183638579722295154?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2183638579722295154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=2183638579722295154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/2183638579722295154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/2183638579722295154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/09/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-7754829708739345614</id><published>2011-08-31T20:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T20:55:32.587-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas...</title><content type='html'>is my 2 front teeth.  Preston lost his other front tooth last week.  While I am on the subject of Preston, he is also riding a bike without training wheels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-7754829708739345614?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7754829708739345614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=7754829708739345614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/7754829708739345614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/7754829708739345614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/08/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for Christmas...'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-6289875366385944659</id><published>2011-08-31T20:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T20:53:58.438-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Our Trek to Georgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We left Sat morning after a last minute run to the city dump and cleaning.  Phillip in his truck with Riley and Twinkles, and me driving the mini van with Preston and Lily.  On the way, we stopped in Athens, TX to meet up with some family.  My Grandma and Grandpa Noble live there, but my parents, Debbie and Madaleine also meet up with us at Braum's.  It was a fun lunch with ice cream and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4jW5wsSppV4/Tl7w5d1MacI/AAAAAAAABu8/ILkx9_B3FUs/s320/IMG_9360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647215852820130242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, after good-byes, we continued on our way.  The scariest part of the trip happened (I hate to even think about it).  I fell asleep while driving.  I drove onto the shoulder of the road running over some tire pieces and actually ran up part of the barricade wall.  The next thing I knew was that I was following Phillip exiting the highway.  After I realized what had happened, I lost it.  Phillip made sure everyone was okay (he saw the whole thing from his rear view mirror).  It was an answer to many prayers that no harm or accident would come to us on this trip.  Nobody was hurt and there wasn't any damage to the car just my pride and nerves.  The non-stop packing, cleaning, painting, fixing, showing a house, worrying and prepping for this move the last couple of weeks had caught up to me.  So, from that point out Phillip was very diligent about calling and making sure I was doing okay and we stopped frequently.  It makes a huge difference when you have another adult in the car that can talk to you and share the driving.  I didn't have that this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on... We finally made it to the first hotel in Jackson, MS.  2 hours prior before getting to our hotel, I noticed my tire light had come on.  Of course, it was raining, but luckily we had just left a gas station.  We turned around and filled my tire with air.  Phillip checked my tire that night and it seemed ok.  The next morning we wanted to get a good start to the 8 more hours of driving ahead of us, but, alas, my tire was indeed flat.  It had enough air to drive it to a tire repair shop, but it was Sunday and nobody seemed to be open.  Hooray for iphones.  Phillip found a Firestone open in the next town over.  Outcome-- nail in the side wall, new tire, and didn't get on the road until 10:30 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This day was a much better day in driving.  We did arrive into our new home town, Warner Robins, about 9pm and wiped out.  Twinkles did really good for being in the car that long.  Preston and Riley switched from van to truck every time we stopped.  I had the DVD player and Phillip had itouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made it safe and sound.  I am thankful for the many prayers our family and friend offered on our behalf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, Monday morning.... GA Health Dept to get forms so I can enroll Preston in school, get water turned onto house, get keys to house, and enroll Preston in school...&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/4281652648604512231-6289875366385944659?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6289875366385944659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=6289875366385944659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/6289875366385944659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/6289875366385944659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/08/our-trek-to-georgia.html' title='Our Trek to Georgia'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4jW5wsSppV4/Tl7w5d1MacI/AAAAAAAABu8/ILkx9_B3FUs/s72-c/IMG_9360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-3956521243829649209</id><published>2011-08-26T17:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T19:09:06.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Counsins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDLvd1sRX3Q/Tlgym0ZEYGI/AAAAAAAABu0/hRqUuyYK7rU/s1600/IMG_9358.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDLvd1sRX3Q/Tlgym0ZEYGI/AAAAAAAABu0/hRqUuyYK7rU/s320/IMG_9358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645317775389122658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-btwgNBq6tGM/TlgymgufsLI/AAAAAAAABus/kJQR_0syBeM/s1600/IMG_9356.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-btwgNBq6tGM/TlgymgufsLI/AAAAAAAABus/kJQR_0syBeM/s320/IMG_9356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645317770110283954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eaXv7-aQF98/TlgymSz1awI/AAAAAAAABuk/n9Wp68BC8DQ/s1600/IMG_9325.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eaXv7-aQF98/TlgymSz1awI/AAAAAAAABuk/n9Wp68BC8DQ/s320/IMG_9325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645317766374583042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-3956521243829649209?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3956521243829649209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=3956521243829649209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/3956521243829649209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/3956521243829649209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/08/sweet-counsins.html' title='Sweet Counsins'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDLvd1sRX3Q/Tlgym0ZEYGI/AAAAAAAABu0/hRqUuyYK7rU/s72-c/IMG_9358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-5771121351554020317</id><published>2011-08-26T17:42:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T17:54:25.658-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move'/><title type='text'>Staging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My sister, Sheila, and her family came down the weekend before the move date.  Sheila was able to stay a little longer than Erik, Evy, and Merritt.  I am grateful for the help and stress relief them provided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheila helped me stage the house so it wouldn't be totally empty while we tried to sell it.  I didn't have the brain power to think about it.  So, she did it for me.  Bless her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat morning Phillip made a last trip to the dump.  I did final cleaning and putting out all the stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANKS, SHEILA!  I am posting the pictures for you.  So, you can see your handy work.  Love ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Thanks Erik for taking all extra so she could help me!  Love ya, too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3fR0fQkF7c/Tlgw6EI_oOI/AAAAAAAABts/7syVnXimZ3U/s320/IMG_9332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645315907010928866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-53aIuiVQnok/Tlgw6ZomtEI/AAAAAAAABt0/3b-u1-Dxb8k/s320/IMG_9345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645315912780657730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zIzxR7s8Zg8/Tlgw62Hp7vI/AAAAAAAABt8/EKMKewJdbKk/s1600/IMG_9333.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-53aIuiVQnok/Tlgw6ZomtEI/AAAAAAAABt0/3b-u1-Dxb8k/s1600/IMG_9345.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-53aIuiVQnok/Tlgw6ZomtEI/AAAAAAAABt0/3b-u1-Dxb8k/s1600/IMG_9345.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3LezsWl6t4/TlgxVKOWz4I/AAAAAAAABuM/EwEyl6D1MLs/s1600/IMG_9338.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3LezsWl6t4/TlgxVKOWz4I/AAAAAAAABuM/EwEyl6D1MLs/s320/IMG_9338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645316372500500354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3_AUsALx6XY/TlgxUybKMYI/AAAAAAAABuE/-lc-Ugy0HGU/s1600/IMG_9336.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3_AUsALx6XY/TlgxUybKMYI/AAAAAAAABuE/-lc-Ugy0HGU/s320/IMG_9336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645316366111748482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxOZzrlMrEo/TlgxpZF3DCI/AAAAAAAABuc/8qPQi9XfhJg/s1600/IMG_9348.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxOZzrlMrEo/TlgxpZF3DCI/AAAAAAAABuc/8qPQi9XfhJg/s320/IMG_9348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645316720088779810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TO55P7aGDXA/Tlgxo8NRVRI/AAAAAAAABuU/1y-HC7Sbxag/s1600/IMG_9334.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TO55P7aGDXA/Tlgxo8NRVRI/AAAAAAAABuU/1y-HC7Sbxag/s320/IMG_9334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645316712335234322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we were off on our 15 hour trip to our new home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE YA LATER TEXAS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-5771121351554020317?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5771121351554020317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=5771121351554020317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/5771121351554020317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/5771121351554020317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/08/staging.html' title='Staging'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3fR0fQkF7c/Tlgw6EI_oOI/AAAAAAAABts/7syVnXimZ3U/s72-c/IMG_9332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-5642984896931236341</id><published>2011-08-26T15:39:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T17:42:22.467-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>It's Begun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d1Q5aNfooek/Tlgud2Oht0I/AAAAAAAABtk/zNihepIUfa4/s1600/IMG_9329.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYZlZLXwl5U/TlguH32LiNI/AAAAAAAABtc/iXNWtcUruhU/s1600/IMG_9271.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYZlZLXwl5U/TlguH32LiNI/AAAAAAAABtc/iXNWtcUruhU/s320/IMG_9271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645312845694077138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wonderful movers, Lee and Jackie, from Allied Vans showed up last Thursday, Aug. 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to load up our house.  Along with 2 others, Craig and ??.  When the big moving truck pulled up, I felt a lot of stress and wanted to cry.  Thankfully, I left after showing them around to take the kids to a friend's house.  Bless her for helping me on this day.  Phillip stayed at the house while I was gone and went to work once I returned.  I did have Jacklyn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Milligan's&lt;/span&gt; company while the movers came in and out of the house.  She helped me clean and keep an "eye" on what was going on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The house was empty by 4pm except with our packed suitcase and sleeping bags for the days to come as we camped out.  We stayed in our Texas house 2 more nights.  Phillip worked til Friday and I continued to clean and paint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the middle of all this, we were able to take breaks to eat with friends and that meant a lot to our family.  We have felt very loved by our friends and family during this move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d1Q5aNfooek/Tlgud2Oht0I/AAAAAAAABtk/zNihepIUfa4/s320/IMG_9329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645313223216445250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;I caught them actually loving each other at the moment.  With all the changes, the kids have been a little crazy.  This Preston and Riley getting ready for our "camp out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;When the movers left on Thursday, they told me they would probably be in Warner Robins the following Tues.&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/4281652648604512231-5642984896931236341?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5642984896931236341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=5642984896931236341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/5642984896931236341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/5642984896931236341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/08/travel-log.html' title='It&apos;s Begun'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYZlZLXwl5U/TlguH32LiNI/AAAAAAAABtc/iXNWtcUruhU/s72-c/IMG_9271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-6063228695629618174</id><published>2011-08-07T17:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T15:39:31.271-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>Yes, we are moving.  To Georgia.  Warner Robins, GA...  Phillip and I have talked about this for awhile.  It's the job taking us there.  We told ourselves when we moved back to Waco the 2nd time that we would be here 5 years.  It's been 7 1/2 years.  Not that means..."well, time to go."  We have prayed a lot.  This huge move out of TEXAS is right.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a trip there to check everything out and drove it with the entire fam.  We survived and tried to make it as fun as possible, but we were in the car a ton from just getting there and back to looking for a place to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are packing up the house and the movers will be here August 18th to load our entire life up onto a truck.  School started August 1st there and here it doesn't start until Aug 24th.  Well, we are still here.  So, Preston will miss 3 weeks of school.  I am not sure how that will all play out.  It is what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We do have an address there finally.  We still have our house for sale here.  I have been busy all summer thinking, planning, worrying, making decisions about this move to GA (along the side of Phillip).  More to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-6063228695629618174?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6063228695629618174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=6063228695629618174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/6063228695629618174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/6063228695629618174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/08/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-5536043811992004640</id><published>2011-07-30T20:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T21:09:30.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Museum and Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple weeks ago we meet up with some friends at the Mayborn Museum.  It was fun.  We just love that place!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VVgck7qdKjE/TjTGeCzjPfI/AAAAAAAABtE/rjBUWRti740/s1600/IMG_9225.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VVgck7qdKjE/TjTGeCzjPfI/AAAAAAAABtE/rjBUWRti740/s320/IMG_9225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635347253198798322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie helping Lily get around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nq0TulallUA/TjTGd2D3hlI/AAAAAAAABs8/zuIZbszhrLI/s1600/IMG_9223.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nq0TulallUA/TjTGd2D3hlI/AAAAAAAABs8/zuIZbszhrLI/s320/IMG_9223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635347249777575506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ava and Preston driving around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yj8Jz5R-wNw/TjTFwL-ZauI/AAAAAAAABs0/msGmQ9VDJOY/s1600/IMG_9228.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yj8Jz5R-wNw/TjTFwL-ZauI/AAAAAAAABs0/msGmQ9VDJOY/s320/IMG_9228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635346465386228450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQX7U9ElLsM/TjTFv_OiXjI/AAAAAAAABss/gH4hcb7KOn0/s1600/IMG_9221.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQX7U9ElLsM/TjTFv_OiXjI/AAAAAAAABss/gH4hcb7KOn0/s320/IMG_9221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635346461964262962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My gang posing on the camel in the Lost Egypt exhibit.  Fun times!&lt;br /&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/4281652648604512231-5536043811992004640?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5536043811992004640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=5536043811992004640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/5536043811992004640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/5536043811992004640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/07/museum-and-friends.html' title='Museum and Friends'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VVgck7qdKjE/TjTGeCzjPfI/AAAAAAAABtE/rjBUWRti740/s72-c/IMG_9225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-4605978091362295929</id><published>2011-07-30T20:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T20:59:15.292-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><title type='text'>Fruit Loops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xqI-bjj6GUM/TjTEuVPRDoI/AAAAAAAABsk/c4Gdw5TF91k/s1600/IMG_9014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xqI-bjj6GUM/TjTEuVPRDoI/AAAAAAAABsk/c4Gdw5TF91k/s320/IMG_9014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635345334001536642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yummy Fruit Loop Art!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-4605978091362295929?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4605978091362295929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=4605978091362295929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/4605978091362295929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/4605978091362295929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/07/fruit-loops.html' title='Fruit Loops'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xqI-bjj6GUM/TjTEuVPRDoI/AAAAAAAABsk/c4Gdw5TF91k/s72-c/IMG_9014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-578601036884471286</id><published>2011-06-17T19:05:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T14:57:39.048-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><title type='text'>My little scooter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OqUSZYpPD7Q/Tfv7v_eAoOI/AAAAAAAABr0/0Wwp-s6c1bs/s1600/IMG_8795.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OqUSZYpPD7Q/Tfv7v_eAoOI/AAAAAAAABr0/0Wwp-s6c1bs/s320/IMG_8795.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619361761984553186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily is in such a cute stage right now.  She never has yet to crawl, but scoots everywhere she goes.  Last week, she discovered she can go up the stairs.  In fact, she learned this on our family reunion trip.  She's super proud of herself.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of her likes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Soft blankets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Soft bear and monkey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Mommy- she loves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Preston &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  Cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  Blowing raspberries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Popcorn.  I know choke hazard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She just went for her 12 month check up.  Lily has long legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ht:29 3/4 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wt:20.5 lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;head:45 3/4 cm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love her cuddles and to watch her scoot.  She is taking her time to walk and that is fine for me.  She has a sweet giggle and an annoying "I'm not happy" scream.  Lily has started getting into Preston and  Riley's toys.  Preston is fine with it unless it's his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Legos&lt;/span&gt;, but Riley not so much.  I have to remind Riley that Lily wants to play with her and then it's okay. Lily has started folding her arms for prayer and it is so precious.  One more thing, I love how Lily laughs when she hears others laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B6ztakD3PaY/Tfv860jVwAI/AAAAAAAABr8/IMKDAbQSrKM/s320/IMG_8913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619363047544307714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tie Dye shirt day at the family reunion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-578601036884471286?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/578601036884471286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=578601036884471286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/578601036884471286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/578601036884471286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-little-scooter.html' title='My little scooter'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OqUSZYpPD7Q/Tfv7v_eAoOI/AAAAAAAABr0/0Wwp-s6c1bs/s72-c/IMG_8795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-3340631608493110705</id><published>2011-06-15T20:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T20:06:20.012-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Albritton Family Reunion 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dPT8D3IBhtw/Tflk61zx4lI/AAAAAAAABrs/_PfyIvV78gY/s1600/collage4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dPT8D3IBhtw/Tflk61zx4lI/AAAAAAAABrs/_PfyIvV78gY/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618632972160852562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-3340631608493110705?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3340631608493110705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=3340631608493110705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/3340631608493110705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/3340631608493110705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/06/albritton-family-reunion-2011.html' title='Albritton Family Reunion 2011'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dPT8D3IBhtw/Tflk61zx4lI/AAAAAAAABrs/_PfyIvV78gY/s72-c/collage4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-8497070467163541961</id><published>2011-06-13T15:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T15:26:46.112-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riley'/><title type='text'>Strep AGAIN!!</title><content type='html'>Riley started with fever last night.  With all the strep that's been going around my house,  it's all been treated at least once, I took her to the doc today.  Yes, strep again.  I want it to go away so my kids can go swimming with their friends.  Preston was tested and he is neg-- good news.  So,  Riley should be good to go tomorrow... I am hoping.  I added up how much this dang strep has cost me the last 2 weeks.  Grand total of $450.  Riley and Lily have been treated twice and Preston only once, new tooth brushes (that adds up), and meds.  That is after insurance pays.  It's only money.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise the next post will not be about strep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-8497070467163541961?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8497070467163541961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=8497070467163541961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/8497070467163541961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/8497070467163541961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/06/strep-again.html' title='Strep AGAIN!!'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-8320119957029668985</id><published>2011-06-12T14:11:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T15:16:38.119-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams of Rhythm and Dancin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We just recently got back from a family reunion with all my sisters, their families, and my parents.  That was our theme.  We started this tradition of all of us getting together very 2 years about 6 years ago.  My sister, Sheila, did a majority of the planning and did an EXCELLENT job.  A task of planning a family reunion is huge.  We found an awesome house in New Braunfels right on the lake.  We were there 5 days and there was non stop fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MYSSfZgw1Rs/TfV4iIgBUrI/AAAAAAAABrk/vCDEYEe2o44/s320/IMG_8807.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617528638007235250" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sqxLHK6hVnw/TfV4hySwT9I/AAAAAAAABrc/2BPmA8s3Kvw/s320/IMG_8800.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617528632046014418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filling up the baby pool.  It didn't take long for the kids to get in their bathing suits and head for the water.  The lake was in our back yard.  I had to mustard up courage to get in it, but I did it.  Phillip borrowed a canoe from his mom and tied it to the top of the mini van.  We were totally driving in style.  The canoe was a big hit and made the trouble of transporting worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second day we hired a photographer, Judy Horton, to come take family pictures.  She was excellent and such a fun person.  I already posted some pictures from that session.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the activities that went down:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music scavenger hunt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tie dye shirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;canoeing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;swimming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pinata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;story telling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Landa park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natural Bridge Wild Life Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talent show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's inside my geo? (really cool rocks that Grandpa Albritton cut open with a tile saw)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl's Night Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy's Night Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bug and lizard catching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snow globes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making caterpillars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure I missed some, but we were busy having fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4281652648604512231-8320119957029668985?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8320119957029668985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=8320119957029668985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/8320119957029668985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/8320119957029668985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/06/sweet-dreams-of-rhythm-and-dancin.html' title='Sweet Dreams of Rhythm and Dancin&apos;'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MYSSfZgw1Rs/TfV4iIgBUrI/AAAAAAAABrk/vCDEYEe2o44/s72-c/IMG_8807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-5157638826223030095</id><published>2011-06-04T20:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T20:50:01.419-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><title type='text'>Preston Graduates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Kindergarten graduation was short and sweet. Phillip was out of town, which was a bummer. As room mom, I put together a basket for Mrs. Humphrey with the help of a few other parents in the class. Here are some pictures from the big day.  It was a great school year and Preston loves school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GC7oOui4JnI/TjTB-7EL0cI/AAAAAAAABsc/zv8vR9-aJsA/s1600/IMG_8768.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GC7oOui4JnI/TjTB-7EL0cI/AAAAAAAABsc/zv8vR9-aJsA/s320/IMG_8768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635342320498627010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My crew walking Preston to school on the last day.  Riley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;insisted&lt;/span&gt; on pushing the stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X6SYjaY0fhc/TjTB-jRivvI/AAAAAAAABsU/MuwcKvv33Zs/s1600/IMG_8778.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X6SYjaY0fhc/TjTB-jRivvI/AAAAAAAABsU/MuwcKvv33Zs/s320/IMG_8778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635342314112204530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJs6rXCeSvY/TjTB-X0Vt9I/AAAAAAAABsM/-E9REDO4Xyk/s1600/IMG_8786.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJs6rXCeSvY/TjTB-X0Vt9I/AAAAAAAABsM/-E9REDO4Xyk/s320/IMG_8786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635342311036925906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preston and Mrs. Humphrey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4281652648604512231-5157638826223030095?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5157638826223030095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=5157638826223030095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/5157638826223030095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/5157638826223030095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/06/preston-graduates.html' title='Preston Graduates'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GC7oOui4JnI/TjTB-7EL0cI/AAAAAAAABsc/zv8vR9-aJsA/s72-c/IMG_8768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-8539061685394555715</id><published>2011-06-01T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T20:35:24.461-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Strep, the Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Preston and Riley ended up both being treated for strep.  Actually the next day.  I am thinking at least we get it over with now and we are not on vacation.  Today is Friday, Phillip is still gone and I'm trying to get ready for our family reunion trip.  Lily has started back with fever.  Good news... Riley and Preston feel good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forward to Monday.  Today, we are suppose to leave on our trip.  Lily still has a fever.  I took her back into the doctor and she's still POSITIVE for strep.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abx&lt;/span&gt; that she was on last week for strep didn't take care off it.  Now, she's on a stronger medicine and I hope she feels better quickly.  We are still planning on leaving for our trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f6t0IYOgE3w/TfV1kYTu3GI/AAAAAAAABrU/8UNt-eMKPtU/s320/IMG_8796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617525378075516002" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l0jm1lf8o4c/TfV1j3ZSQoI/AAAAAAAABrM/baFV26EI0Ww/s320/IMG_8797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617525369240437378" /&gt;We had a canoe strapped to the top of our van.  We were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stylin&lt;/span&gt;'.  That's my sister, Debbie, and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;.  My parents arrived a few minutes later.  So, we all ended up following each other down to New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Braunfels&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Albritton&lt;/span&gt; Family Reunion or bust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-8539061685394555715?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8539061685394555715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=8539061685394555715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/8539061685394555715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/8539061685394555715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/06/strep-monster.html' title='Strep, the Monster'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f6t0IYOgE3w/TfV1kYTu3GI/AAAAAAAABrU/8UNt-eMKPtU/s72-c/IMG_8796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-1219053632587562714</id><published>2011-05-31T19:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T20:20:39.182-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><title type='text'>Sneaky Strep</title><content type='html'>Well, today was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crazzy&lt;/span&gt;.  We've (Phillip and I) been feeling a little under the weather.  You couldn't really tell it, because we are not complainers.  Today it continued through the family.  Preston complained of a stomach ache this morning.  I told him that he would be fine.  Phillip was leaving for a trip this morning and the kids seem to act really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;winy&lt;/span&gt;. Lily woke up from her morning nap and cried for 1 hour straight.  I couldn't make her happy.  I gave her Tylenol 1/2 through.  I gave her everything I could think of that usually makes her happy.  She didn't want it.  Then, I began to cry.  This week is going crappy- really.  I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wayyyy&lt;/span&gt; to much to do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I thought this is not right. So, I made Lily a doctor's appointment.  They told me to come right in.  I woke up Riley from her nap and dried my tears.  Of course, Riley gets Lily to laugh and smile in the car.  Lily seems fine.  The med student and Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nesmith&lt;/span&gt; both check her out.  Nothing seems wrong.  Then, Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nesmith&lt;/span&gt; wanted to check for strep throat.  To my surprise it came back POSITIVE.  I'm sure that's what her brother and sister will have by the end of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-1219053632587562714?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1219053632587562714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=1219053632587562714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/1219053632587562714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/1219053632587562714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/05/sneaky-strep.html' title='Sneaky Strep'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-4725499558237127329</id><published>2011-05-29T20:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T07:50:15.780-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><title type='text'>Just keep swimming, Just</title><content type='html'>Keep Swimming...  Preston and Riley just finished taking swimming lessons at our local Family Y.  I am so proud of how awesome they both did.  They improved a great deal.  From crying and being scared before the first class to always looking forward to swim class.  Here's a video of Riley on the last day.  She can totally swim.  I was so excited.  I didn't get Preston because he was in another pool.&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-682406c4ef08ea39" 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://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D682406c4ef08ea39%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331218685%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB44A6566BE5DBCF4401588C88FC40C07F99067.5B88685C8A0492A108499F52DC1C366494B967CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D682406c4ef08ea39%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8W3dmMJAl8ITQ6VA9OPM9c-0mg4&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://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D682406c4ef08ea39%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331218685%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB44A6566BE5DBCF4401588C88FC40C07F99067.5B88685C8A0492A108499F52DC1C366494B967CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D682406c4ef08ea39%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8W3dmMJAl8ITQ6VA9OPM9c-0mg4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More news.  Preston is tying shoes like crazy these days.  He loves to do it, for now.  I am sure I'll be saying, "Tye your shoes, Preston," a bazillion times.  He does help with Riley's shoes so it's a trade off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love watching my kids learn and grow.  By the end of this week, I will have a 1st grader in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-4725499558237127329?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4725499558237127329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=4725499558237127329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/4725499558237127329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/4725499558237127329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-keep-swimming-just.html' title='Just keep swimming, Just'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-8473197801958646354</id><published>2011-05-23T19:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T19:58:22.271-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><title type='text'>Lily's birthday pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e0QYVxg6oq4/TdsPlNDXpXI/AAAAAAAABrA/pCQuEiRnIyc/s1600/IMG_8709.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e0QYVxg6oq4/TdsPlNDXpXI/AAAAAAAABrA/pCQuEiRnIyc/s320/IMG_8709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610094892653454706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ch9mzPDaqso/TdsPkzJJPMI/AAAAAAAABq4/gnpeccZN3-I/s1600/IMG_8696.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ch9mzPDaqso/TdsPkzJJPMI/AAAAAAAABq4/gnpeccZN3-I/s320/IMG_8696.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610094885698354370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made the cake and had help with decorating from Phillip.  I think it turned out cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ai7FfpvTb4/TdsPknvJ4sI/AAAAAAAABqw/mcdO_Aoyr0k/s1600/IMG_8706.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ai7FfpvTb4/TdsPknvJ4sI/AAAAAAAABqw/mcdO_Aoyr0k/s320/IMG_8706.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610094882636554946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday girl!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The camera's memory card filled up quickly and Mee-maw has some pictures on her camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-8473197801958646354?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8473197801958646354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=8473197801958646354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/8473197801958646354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/8473197801958646354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/05/lilys-birthday-pics.html' title='Lily&apos;s birthday pics'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e0QYVxg6oq4/TdsPlNDXpXI/AAAAAAAABrA/pCQuEiRnIyc/s72-c/IMG_8709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-8778421623266349705</id><published>2011-05-20T21:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T21:26:13.880-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><title type='text'>Lily made it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUnaLltb2kI/Tdcv8rGV47I/AAAAAAAABqo/evH41DJB-Tk/s1600/Lilydrink3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUnaLltb2kI/Tdcv8rGV47I/AAAAAAAABqo/evH41DJB-Tk/s320/Lilydrink3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609004580321223602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Lily!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We celebrate tomorrow because Daddy and Bro-Bro are at a father-son camp out.  Tonight was all girl's night at the Moore's house.  Riley sang happy birthday to you ALL day long.  You are loved lots in our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Moore" birthday pictures to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-8778421623266349705?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8778421623266349705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=8778421623266349705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/8778421623266349705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/8778421623266349705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/05/lily-made-it.html' title='Lily made it!'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUnaLltb2kI/Tdcv8rGV47I/AAAAAAAABqo/evH41DJB-Tk/s72-c/Lilydrink3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-6038114304732570366</id><published>2011-05-17T08:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T20:00:19.682-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phillip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mandy'/><title type='text'>#14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-71g3WTI8WCQ/TdHQQt0DBKI/AAAAAAAABqg/v-heToAzW6Q/s1600/Scan.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-71g3WTI8WCQ/TdHQQt0DBKI/AAAAAAAABqg/v-heToAzW6Q/s320/Scan.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607491996647359650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Happy Anniversary to us!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;14 years married, we've been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;To come, many more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ly6vFT1aWWg/TdGT2lFcoSI/AAAAAAAABqY/ZmHKd5Ll56k/s320/phillipmandy1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607425576930156834" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-6038114304732570366?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6038114304732570366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=6038114304732570366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/6038114304732570366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/6038114304732570366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/05/14.html' title='#14'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-71g3WTI8WCQ/TdHQQt0DBKI/AAAAAAAABqg/v-heToAzW6Q/s72-c/Scan.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-7830004191367732172</id><published>2011-05-08T19:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T19:38:35.043-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mandy'/><title type='text'>My Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I got breakfast made for me.  I had just myself to get ready for church this morning and received some pretty sweet gifts and cards.  I have to say that's an awesome Mother's day to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also picked our first crop of peas and ate them.  Sadly, it will be our only crop.  Something is killing my pea plants.  They were delicious as Riley would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pKdB4mIOLEA/TcdETpM-ekI/AAAAAAAABqI/_fpx6UHt0fo/s1600/IMG_8640.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pKdB4mIOLEA/TcdETpM-ekI/AAAAAAAABqI/_fpx6UHt0fo/s320/IMG_8640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604523365554354754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2-EjVp958o/TcdETNzR1qI/AAAAAAAABqA/PODwa6H518g/s1600/IMG_8654.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2-EjVp958o/TcdETNzR1qI/AAAAAAAABqA/PODwa6H518g/s320/IMG_8654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604523358198814370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7vr2EPa_Pmc/TcdES7NMIaI/AAAAAAAABp4/m15BQ9FLNCU/s1600/IMG_8646.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7vr2EPa_Pmc/TcdES7NMIaI/AAAAAAAABp4/m15BQ9FLNCU/s320/IMG_8646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604523353207218594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love being a mom and am blessed with 3 wonderful kids.  They have taught me a LOT about myself and I hope they learn a little from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-7830004191367732172?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7830004191367732172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=7830004191367732172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/7830004191367732172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/7830004191367732172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-mothers-day.html' title='My Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pKdB4mIOLEA/TcdETpM-ekI/AAAAAAAABqI/_fpx6UHt0fo/s72-c/IMG_8640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-6819210805516309846</id><published>2011-04-29T21:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:04:09.411-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, I have several pictures that I wanted to post on here for whatever reasons and I haven't. Now, I'm behind on my blog, but it's my blog, and I say I can never be behind. So, for that reason, I'm just going to post the pictures without much story with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wWxXjkGEyBU/TbuIQ63kmbI/AAAAAAAABpI/IHZm9H3pbBc/s1600/IMG_8530.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wWxXjkGEyBU/TbuIQ63kmbI/AAAAAAAABpI/IHZm9H3pbBc/s320/IMG_8530.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601220385826970034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-emT0DNKh2t4/TbuIQpQ64xI/AAAAAAAABpA/1dOMqDMizPE/s1600/IMG_8520.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-emT0DNKh2t4/TbuIQpQ64xI/AAAAAAAABpA/1dOMqDMizPE/s320/IMG_8520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601220381101450002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8bcYnl_2dRk/TbuIQaOGslI/AAAAAAAABo4/31VbQcqGeY0/s1600/IMG_8450.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8bcYnl_2dRk/TbuIQaOGslI/AAAAAAAABo4/31VbQcqGeY0/s320/IMG_8450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601220377063109202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything is bigger in Texas.  Huge ant pile!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPG7vho7J1Q/TbuJf6ky1QI/AAAAAAAABpY/khCFPnEe6eo/s1600/IMG_8528.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPG7vho7J1Q/TbuJf6ky1QI/AAAAAAAABpY/khCFPnEe6eo/s320/IMG_8528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601221742957876482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sAdUiMQSLOw/TbuJftzz-RI/AAAAAAAABpQ/s9gT-7joWsU/s1600/IMG_8558.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sAdUiMQSLOw/TbuJftzz-RI/AAAAAAAABpQ/s9gT-7joWsU/s320/IMG_8558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601221739531204882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See what did I tell you.  Famous Round Rock Donut.  My sister and Brother-in-law brought us one.  It was delicious.  I can't believe we never ate one while living in Austin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-6819210805516309846?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6819210805516309846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=6819210805516309846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/6819210805516309846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/6819210805516309846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/04/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wWxXjkGEyBU/TbuIQ63kmbI/AAAAAAAABpI/IHZm9H3pbBc/s72-c/IMG_8530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-4992202955919825098</id><published>2011-04-27T21:39:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:18:08.257-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Easter Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had a wonderful Easter weekend.  It started on Thursday with Easter parties at both Preston's and Riley's school.  I got to help out with Preston's.  The entire K-class went to Hewitt Park and had their egg hunt and pizza lunch.  It rained, but didn't spoil the fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k0ewBlYO3Xg/Tbjil4sdtFI/AAAAAAAABoY/6BSgIOLWPBg/s320/IMG_8588.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600475277137130578" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJeuut7w6-I/Tbjili-AgLI/AAAAAAAABoQ/2nsQxFC9rVo/s320/IMG_8570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600475271305134258" /&gt;Preston's first time riding a school bus.  He asked me the night before if there were going to be bullies on the bus.  When he found out it was just for kindergarteners he was relieved.  Preston is the last one getting off the bus.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to take Preston home with me after the party was over.  We went home to finish packing for our camping trip with some friends.  I had been preparing and packing all week with Phillip out of town.  It was just a matter of getting it all in the car.  Phillip and Lily did a great job of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I picked up Riley and Sydnee, we dropped S off at her house and we were off to Meridian State Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun times all around.  Here are a few highlights from camping (from Preston and Riley):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Smores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Tie-Dye shirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Egg hunt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Fishing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Catching bugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Playing with our friends (Blackhursts and Greemuns)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to camp, but I like to have a bathroom close and I like the tent site to have an electrical outlet with running water.  All our site had was running water, and we were right next to a busy road.  It was fine.  My kids got really good at using the rock potty Phillip made.  In fact, we've been home a couple days and Riley told me she needed to go poop outside.  We were inside our home when she declared that.  Crazy, silly girl.  I loved all the family time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got home Sat noonish and cleaned and cleaned.  Easter Sunday came and we enjoyed reflecting on Jesus Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kxTA-N2Jlf0/TbjmmdpFdTI/AAAAAAAABog/sQ3dsmpSYXg/s320/IMG_8611.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600479685101581618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Preston and Riley holding Lily in the Easter Sunday clothes.  I love this picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfATVez0cBM/TbjmmyV2GDI/AAAAAAAABow/azPhDwccYss/s1600/IMG_8618.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfATVez0cBM/TbjmmyV2GDI/AAAAAAAABow/azPhDwccYss/s320/IMG_8618.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600479690658027570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rvgy1QRhsbo/Tbjmmo8WyZI/AAAAAAAABoo/5rl6B16VjsQ/s1600/IMG_8613.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rvgy1QRhsbo/Tbjmmo8WyZI/AAAAAAAABoo/5rl6B16VjsQ/s320/IMG_8613.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600479688135199122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Riley made sure Twinkles was in the picture.  Thank you, Riley.&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/4281652648604512231-4992202955919825098?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4992202955919825098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=4992202955919825098' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/4992202955919825098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/4992202955919825098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter Weekend'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k0ewBlYO3Xg/Tbjil4sdtFI/AAAAAAAABoY/6BSgIOLWPBg/s72-c/IMG_8588.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-4464711046281615765</id><published>2011-04-13T20:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T21:41:40.391-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riley'/><title type='text'>Not Riley's Day</title><content type='html'>Or mine.  Nothing absolutely horrible happened.  I started the day cranky b/c of lack of sleep.  I was going to make a special effort to not be cranky.  Preston came down for breakfast and I waited for Riley.  She's  usually the first down.  What seemed to be taking her long?  I go up the stairs to check on her and I am hit with an overwhelming smell of poop.  Riley is trying to clean up the mess and it made it worse.  I can't get mad.  Into the shower.  Riley kept saying, "Sorry, mommy."  Accidents happen.  They happened all day today.  Next, Riley spills a HUGE cup of water all over the car seat.  I worked as fast as I could to keep the water running all over the bench in the back, but didn't work so well.  I was frustrated.   Lily is screaming.  Accidents happen.  Then, we meet up with a friend to play and frozen yogurt.  The day is looking better.  Nope.  Tripped and fell while running and screamed and cried.  It seemed like FOREVER.  Accidents happen.  What happened next?  Ahhhh...  Dinner time.  Taco soup.  Riley wants some.  Sure.  "Sit down in your chair, Riley," said I.  Riley knocks the hot bowl of taco soup onto her lap, all over the chair, the window, blinds and floor.  She was okay and didn't get burned.  Accidents happen.  Riley had her fair share today and I cleaned extra.  I think everything seemed magnified b/c I was still cranky.  Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I love you.  Tomorrow's a day away....and Phillip comes home.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4281652648604512231-4464711046281615765?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4464711046281615765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=4464711046281615765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/4464711046281615765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/4464711046281615765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/04/not-rileys-day.html' title='Not Riley&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-2914495967809387377</id><published>2011-04-12T19:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T21:50:08.894-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><title type='text'>Preston's Lego Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Preston turned 6 March 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;.  He's my little man that keeps me laughing.  He is really into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;legos&lt;/span&gt;.  So, it just made sense to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lego&lt;/span&gt; party.  It was way fun to plan.  His friends came and it was a blast.  We played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lego&lt;/span&gt; games, ate hot dogs, and had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lego&lt;/span&gt; cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7wP5BEhIDwI/TaUBR5gCH5I/AAAAAAAABn8/XwkosCi4NaE/s320/IMG_8477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594879519082291090" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_NuKUA8hV60/TaUBRp_DmUI/AAAAAAAABn0/u3lxQVlFXjc/s320/IMG_8472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594879514917443906" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgRxbXIuCPs/TaUBLc-StfI/AAAAAAAABns/gPciW6I_d6Y/s320/IMG_8473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594879408345363954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preston is a great big brother.  Lily adores him right now and Riley thinks he's awesome.  He wants to be a computer programmer when he grows up just like his daddy.  He loves watermelon, chicken nuggets, and candy.  Preston enjoys hanging out with his dad and goes everywhere he can with him.  He has his dad sense of humor which means I'm in trouble.  I love it when he tells me I forgot to give him a hug and a kiss at night time.  I love Preston and can't believe he's 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-2914495967809387377?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2914495967809387377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=2914495967809387377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/2914495967809387377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/2914495967809387377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/04/prestons-lego-party.html' title='Preston&apos;s Lego Party'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7wP5BEhIDwI/TaUBR5gCH5I/AAAAAAAABn8/XwkosCi4NaE/s72-c/IMG_8477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-5685275018361129590</id><published>2011-03-29T20:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T20:48:54.802-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Thoughts and stuff</title><content type='html'>1.  I think I should go into designing super hero outfits.  (you'll see why soon)&lt;div&gt;2.  Blue eyeliner... I might just start wearing it daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Riley said, "O my peas." yesterday.  Some body's been watching too much PBS Kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Lily loves chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Preston is really good at putting together legos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Our garden is growing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  New refrigerator works great.  Let's hope it last longer than 7 years.  Never buy GE profile anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  I really need to find a love for cooking dinner.  I love to bake, but that just makes me fatter.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  Allergy shots are itchy.  I hope it works, not just helps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Phillip is really good at painting flames.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-5685275018361129590?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5685275018361129590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=5685275018361129590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/5685275018361129590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/5685275018361129590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/03/recent-thoughts-and-stuff.html' title='Recent Thoughts and stuff'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-5969695188400398551</id><published>2011-03-07T11:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T11:29:50.207-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mandy'/><title type='text'>Allgeries Kick</title><content type='html'>Today starts Spring Break.  We are taking the kids on a "surprise trip."  We are all excited.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started out with a trip to the doctor for sinus problems.  Anytime I move my head, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;throbs&lt;/span&gt; with pain.  My allergies are terrible and I'm taking everything you can.  It's still not working.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what the doctor ordered:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Steroid shot in the buttocks.  Yes, it's sore now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Abx&lt;/span&gt; for my sinus infection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Continue my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;clartin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sudafed&lt;/span&gt;, nose spray, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;singulair&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Consult with an allergist for possible allergy shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I can find something to fight these allergies.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-5969695188400398551?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5969695188400398551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=5969695188400398551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/5969695188400398551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/5969695188400398551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/03/allgeries-kick.html' title='Allgeries Kick'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-7617297060477287082</id><published>2011-03-03T22:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:45:27.136-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mandy'/><title type='text'>Thoughts of Mandy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vH9MJc9Z9Fw/TXBtm3FS5KI/AAAAAAAABnk/QXYbJgOmct8/s1600/IMG_8192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vH9MJc9Z9Fw/TXBtm3FS5KI/AAAAAAAABnk/QXYbJgOmct8/s320/IMG_8192.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580080452700660898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Riley and Preston love their rain boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"I'm just sayin'" (said after each statement in a HEAVY Texan accent):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Phillip, you have been gone about 28 days this year.  It's only the beginning of March.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  The Lord knows our needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Riley loves to take baths and showers.  She was trying to convince me to let her take a shower with me this morning.  "But Mom, I'm stinky.  I tot in this house and umm... I stinky."  Nice try.  I want to take a shower BY MYSELF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  You should see Lily scoot on her booty.  It's pretty cute and funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.   I'm thinking about abandoning facebook.  I'm tired of reading people's whines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  I'm excited about Spring Break and our surprise trip we have planned with kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  Preston told me he wishes he could have a color change at school.  When I asked why, he said because those kids that have color changes get to pick something out of the treasure box when they don't change their color.  I think there is something really wrong with that behavior system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  We will be tending a garden this year.  Let's hope for the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  I made dinner tonight and it was really good-- BBQ Pulled Pork.  I got the recipe from a friend who got it from a friend.  It's great to have friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  Phillip got a new pillow about 2 months ago from Bed, Bath and Beyond.  It's the best pillow.  I think I'm going to have to get one for me.  That way I don't have to steal his.  I think he'll appreciate that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4281652648604512231-7617297060477287082?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7617297060477287082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=7617297060477287082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/7617297060477287082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/7617297060477287082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/03/thoughts-of-mandy.html' title='Thoughts of Mandy'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vH9MJc9Z9Fw/TXBtm3FS5KI/AAAAAAAABnk/QXYbJgOmct8/s72-c/IMG_8192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-924409979041517505</id><published>2011-02-25T14:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T18:21:24.634-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riley'/><title type='text'>Riley turns 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5uZu9E48vO8/TWgZ6GseiJI/AAAAAAAABnM/6VODVfqNjkM/s1600/IMG_8214.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uNiG0m0Z6rA/TWgZ50S3qII/AAAAAAAABnE/bslzpKGgo5Y/s1600/IMG_8212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uNiG0m0Z6rA/TWgZ50S3qII/AAAAAAAABnE/bslzpKGgo5Y/s320/IMG_8212.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577736619579385986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Riley!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We granted Riley's wish to have a princess birthday party.  She's been looking forward to her friends coming over and playing on her birthday.  Well, we actually had her birthday party today on her actual birthday.  It was fun!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5uZu9E48vO8/TWgZ6GseiJI/AAAAAAAABnM/6VODVfqNjkM/s320/IMG_8214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577736624518629522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Riley and Preston help paint the castle.  It was a fun family project and it turned out really cute.  My friend made Riley a Princess Riley banner and it went prefect with the party.  You can see it hanging in the window- kind of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decorated and planned and invited (not in that order and Riley helped).  We were finally ready for a princess party.  There were tiaras, bubbles, dancing, eating lunch, kiss the frog, more bubbles, presents, jumping on the trampoline, and lots of high pitched screaming.  Riley had the best time.  Thanks to all her friends that helped make her day special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Riley is asleep right now (so is Lily).  It makes the entry easy to write.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Riley turns 3 today.  I, of course, can not believe she is 3 already.  She is an awesome little girl.  Always, looking out for Preston and Lily.  She just simply loves to help out.  When I get upset at her she always comes back with, "Mommy, are you happy?"  Who can stay mad at that?  She is precious.  Riley never wants anyone to be sad.  She will even spend time with Preston when he gets in trouble and is sent to his room.  Riley is full of life and love.  I love being her mommy.  She keeps us all laughing with her silliness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cVPQRAnRsqs/TWgZ6poUY-I/AAAAAAAABnc/eS6uIMOfS78/s320/IMG_8266.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577736633896428514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Can you tell she loves that cake?  By the way, I did finish her Princess dress.  I am happy with the way it turned out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7khZZr-Ds4I/TWgZ6VNlHYI/AAAAAAAABnU/83QkzpXjcps/s1600/IMG_8244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7khZZr-Ds4I/TWgZ6VNlHYI/AAAAAAAABnU/83QkzpXjcps/s320/IMG_8244.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577736628415569282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rily is awake and it's time for Preston to get home from school.  Life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5uZu9E48vO8/TWgZ6GseiJI/AAAAAAAABnM/6VODVfqNjkM/s1600/IMG_8214.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/4281652648604512231-924409979041517505?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/924409979041517505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=924409979041517505' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/924409979041517505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/924409979041517505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/02/riley-turns-3.html' title='Riley turns 3!'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uNiG0m0Z6rA/TWgZ50S3qII/AAAAAAAABnE/bslzpKGgo5Y/s72-c/IMG_8212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-3984552945264608546</id><published>2011-02-13T20:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T20:37:49.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really don't care about this holiday.  I always thought that it was weird to hand out valentines to my classmate that were more like love notes and receiving them was even weirder.   Anyways, my kids had their valentine's parties last week and this is the valentine they handed out to their friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the idea of familyfun.com.  It's a rocket if you couldn't tell.  Phillip helped Preston and Riley put them together while I was at a PTA meeting.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ud9yN9b54uA/TViTOv763VI/AAAAAAAABm8/DA8p58ANNNI/s320/IMG_8089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573366420466228562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This would make 3 years in a row the Phillip has been out of town for Valentine's day.  See, it's a good thing, Phillip doesn't need a special holiday to tell me he loves me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, tonight we exchanged valentines with the kids while we skped with Phillip.  It was fun.  I was even surprised by Preston when he told me to close my eyes and he went to a secret hiding place.  He brought back a red shinny bag and in it was a gift for me.  It shocked me.  One, Phillip planned ahead before he left, and two, Preston kept it a secret for over a week.  It was so sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.... Happy Valentine's Day! (a little early)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-3984552945264608546?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3984552945264608546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=3984552945264608546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/3984552945264608546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/3984552945264608546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ud9yN9b54uA/TViTOv763VI/AAAAAAAABm8/DA8p58ANNNI/s72-c/IMG_8089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-2321935029632820913</id><published>2011-02-13T20:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T20:24:26.866-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mandy'/><title type='text'>Sewing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm in the middle of a sewing project.  It's putting a good stretch on my sewing abilities.  I am making a dress and in the end it HAS to fit a princess.  My little princess is really excited about it and I don't want to let her down.  I really think I am doing a pretty dang good job if I do say so myself (and I do).  Here are a couple sneak peaks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LDSdNsJFrXU/TViQ_mjoc9I/AAAAAAAABms/L2pHyzd9T10/s320/IMG_8083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573363961227146194" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When in doubt, use as many straight pins as you have to keep everything in place.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qFLOKP5pT-Y/TViQ_0M_iMI/AAAAAAAABm0/I4PwXsTkY64/s320/IMG_8086.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573363964890286274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end results will come later this week.  I already changed the sleeves, but this kind of gives you an idea of what I'm working on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-2321935029632820913?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2321935029632820913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=2321935029632820913' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/2321935029632820913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/2321935029632820913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/02/sewing.html' title='Sewing'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LDSdNsJFrXU/TViQ_mjoc9I/AAAAAAAABms/L2pHyzd9T10/s72-c/IMG_8083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-3878906261779989804</id><published>2011-02-13T19:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T20:10:55.777-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><title type='text'>My sister visits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZERJcluBYDM/TViOaO0e9oI/AAAAAAAABmk/FYz2U0choMY/s1600/IMG_8101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZERJcluBYDM/TViOaO0e9oI/AAAAAAAABmk/FYz2U0choMY/s320/IMG_8101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573361120176961154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDREZrjgC3g/TViOZnyO9CI/AAAAAAAABmU/JVV1AHATO6g/s1600/IMG_8109.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had some visitors this weekend.  My sister and her boys came to visit.  It was great b/c she and I are without our husbands.  What a busy weekend!  We partied hard and had tons of fun.  Saturday, we went to the Mayborn museum and then picnic in Cameron park with Happy meals.  Seriously aren't we the BEST moms ever!!!  They even came to church with us today.  Sheila is an awesome aunt and helped me with Lily during primary so I could play the piano.  The cousins loved seeing each and were totally exhausted in the end.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DHejBHplTOE/TViOZ5U4EcI/AAAAAAAABmc/MvFdU7DbYzw/s320/IMG_8104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573361114407244226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDREZrjgC3g/TViOZnyO9CI/AAAAAAAABmU/JVV1AHATO6g/s320/IMG_8109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573361109698540578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheila and I even watched a movie last night once all the kids were in bed.  Of course, we stayed up way too late chatting, but I loved every minute of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The picture above is Preston and Riley preparing to make chocolate covered strawberries for when I visitors arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-3878906261779989804?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3878906261779989804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=3878906261779989804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/3878906261779989804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/3878906261779989804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-sister-visits.html' title='My sister visits'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZERJcluBYDM/TViOaO0e9oI/AAAAAAAABmk/FYz2U0choMY/s72-c/IMG_8101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-2835606356694061960</id><published>2011-02-04T21:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T21:50:31.560-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Snow School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TUzITVJKi-I/AAAAAAAABmE/XzxUlYc7QHI/s1600/IMG_8061.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TUzITJgU3PI/AAAAAAAABl8/FRTJ6hsB5so/s1600/IMG_8074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TUzITJgU3PI/AAAAAAAABl8/FRTJ6hsB5so/s320/IMG_8074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570047070445034738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today school was out because it SNOWED.  Preston and Riley were in heaven.  They were ready to play in the snow by 7:45 am.  I was excited because they got to wear their snow boots again that they got when we went to Colorado.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The snow was too powdery to even make a snowball at first, but once the sun came out and melted some snow.  We had a snow man up in the yard in no time.  Phillip worked from home.  We had a fire in the fireplace and even cooked hot dogs for lunch over the fire.  Then, made smores later after dinner.  Oh and we made snow ice cream.  It was yummy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TUzITVJKi-I/AAAAAAAABmE/XzxUlYc7QHI/s320/IMG_8061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570047073569115106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful that we don't have deal with snow very much.  The dirty laundry that accumulated from &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; playing in it today was:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preston- 2 pair of pants, gloves (not bad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Riley- 4 pair of pants, gloves, socks, hat, 2 shirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know... that was because we didn't have any snow suits on, but seriously.  In the end, it was a fun day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TUzITb3IWvI/AAAAAAAABmM/Tj-KKWqITXI/s320/IMG_8073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570047075372522226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lily's first snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-2835606356694061960?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2835606356694061960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=2835606356694061960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/2835606356694061960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/2835606356694061960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-school.html' title='Snow School'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TUzITJgU3PI/AAAAAAAABl8/FRTJ6hsB5so/s72-c/IMG_8074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-6373375539140523402</id><published>2011-02-02T16:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T21:35:27.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa's Memorial Services</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday, we attended a graveside service in honor of my Grandpa Albritton, Gayle S. Albritton.  It started with lunch at Cracker Barrel- of course.  It was great to see extended family members that we don't get to see often.  My dad conducted the services and everything went great.  Some of the great grandchildren sang "I am a Child of God" and did a excellent job.  My dad and my sister, Sheila, spoke about different memories of my grandpa.  VFW came out and did a presentation of military honors.  It was amazing to see them present the American flag.  They folded it was such care and exactness.  The service ended with Phillip dedicating the grave site.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TUzBerhHhwI/AAAAAAAABl0/OgV_C7cYTYc/s1600/IMG_8023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TUzBerhHhwI/AAAAAAAABl0/OgV_C7cYTYc/s320/IMG_8023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570039571972327170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TUnfcGuS4DI/AAAAAAAABls/IWT08QwONH0/s1600/IMG_8028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TUnfcGuS4DI/AAAAAAAABls/IWT08QwONH0/s320/IMG_8028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569228088154447922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TUnfb1MvluI/AAAAAAAABlk/TNA92oGDO60/s1600/IMG_8015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TUnfb1MvluI/AAAAAAAABlk/TNA92oGDO60/s320/IMG_8015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569228083450320610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TUnfbYB51fI/AAAAAAAABlc/Ode-gSInZmk/s1600/IMG_8018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TUnfbYB51fI/AAAAAAAABlc/Ode-gSInZmk/s320/IMG_8018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569228075620226546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TUnfbAgnyrI/AAAAAAAABlU/7LYKFDAdWXk/s1600/IMG_8019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TUnfbAgnyrI/AAAAAAAABlU/7LYKFDAdWXk/s320/IMG_8019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569228069306616498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-6373375539140523402?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6373375539140523402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=6373375539140523402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/6373375539140523402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/6373375539140523402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/02/papas-memorial-services.html' title='Papa&apos;s Memorial Services'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TUzBerhHhwI/AAAAAAAABl0/OgV_C7cYTYc/s72-c/IMG_8023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-418444176010031017</id><published>2011-01-22T09:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T21:16:31.692-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mandy'/><title type='text'>Mommy broke it</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Phillip got home from a 2 week long trip.  Yippee!!!  He got home just in time for me to leave to pick up Preston from school and help decorate the school for next week's Winter Carnival.  Things were going great until I backed out of the drive way and hit the trash can.  You might think "no big deal."  It broke my back light.  No big deal, right?  The part is 169.00 from Toyota and no one can sell this part yet except Toyota.  I am not sure how much it will cost for Toyota to replace it, but I'm sure it will be at least $100.  Phillip doesn't have the time to fix it b/c it involves taking the whole back door apart.  He will only be home a short time this round.  I am sick because it was my fault.  Well, I could blame it on the trash man who put it in the middle of the driveway, but I was the one who hit it.  It could have been worse.  I know.  Well, now "we" talk about how mommy broke the car.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life will go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-418444176010031017?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/418444176010031017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=418444176010031017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/418444176010031017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/418444176010031017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/01/mommy-broke-it.html' title='Mommy broke it'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-1200324723745915371</id><published>2011-01-16T20:42:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:29:33.252-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Papa'/><title type='text'>Papa Albritton</title><content type='html'>Known as Papa to my kids, but I called him Grandpa.  His name is Gayle Stanley Albritton.  At the young age of 92 passed away today.  I am thankful for the trip we made yesterday to see him.  His health declined quickly in the last several days and had great people taking care of him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my memories of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really become close to him in my adult life.  I have few memories of him as a child.  He moved back to Waco after his wife died in 2005 and that's really were most of my memories come from.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cracker Barrel was his favorite place to eat.  It was his big meal of the day and all the waitresses knew him and exactly what he wanted.  If there was ever a waitress that didn't know, you knew she was new.  Preston loved getting to eat breakfast with Grandpa and of course the giant tootsie rolls he would get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He always said that cats don't love you, they just tolerate you because you feed them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave my first hair cut to Grandpa.  He's the only person that would let me cut his hair.  A #1 all the way.  I remember being nervous about cutting it.  What if I messed it up?  He said, "Oh, you can't mess this head up."  Every couple of weeks, I would cut his hair while he lived close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kids loved playing with his walking stick.  I remember a couple times of finding in the lost in found at Walmart and HEB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preston and Riley made pictures to give Papa yesterday.  My mom told them to tell Papa what the pictures were.  It took every ounce of courage Preston had to talk to Papa yesterday at first, but later on wanted to go see Papa and didn't need me with him.  I am proud of him.  Riley kept running in through out the day telling Papa hi.  I know that Grandpa could hear their sweet voices even with though it seemed as if he were sleeping to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a family we are sad that he's gone, but happy for him.  Preston reminded us that he would be able to walk without a cane up in heaven.  I am thankful to know that families are forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TTOtOxrmhII/AAAAAAAABlE/xSvF7YxujUc/s1600/IMG_7035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TTOtOxrmhII/AAAAAAAABlE/xSvF7YxujUc/s320/IMG_7035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562980434098685058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Preston, Riley, and Lily with Papa 8/2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TTOtOpjmGVI/AAAAAAAABk8/ncpQfKBj30w/s1600/papa2.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TTOtOpjmGVI/AAAAAAAABk8/ncpQfKBj30w/s320/papa2.10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562980431917619538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mandy, Preston, and Riley with Papa 3/2010.  Lily hadn't joined our family yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &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/4281652648604512231-1200324723745915371?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1200324723745915371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=1200324723745915371' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/1200324723745915371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/1200324723745915371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/01/papa-albritton.html' title='Papa Albritton'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TTOtOxrmhII/AAAAAAAABlE/xSvF7YxujUc/s72-c/IMG_7035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-5506364234426777963</id><published>2011-01-14T22:08:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T22:32:29.035-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TTEgvhAOtzI/AAAAAAAABks/rFO2QjHsNec/s1600/IMG_7905.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TTEgvWmGKsI/AAAAAAAABkk/zEb7UbELUPw/s1600/IMG_7897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TTEgvWmGKsI/AAAAAAAABkk/zEb7UbELUPw/s320/IMG_7897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562263012670581442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time ringing in the new year as a family.  We went over a friend's house, played  games, ate food, and Phillip did a fun little fireworks show.  The kids and adults loved it.  It was full of little tanks, flying saucers, bees, sparklers, and some loud ones that he didn't repeat.  We left in time to come home and watch a movie as a family and toast to a great new year.  I was a sleep when midnight hit, but I knew I would see the new year soon enough.  I have a 7 month old that wakes during the night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also did our tradition of smashing the gingerbread house.  The kids look forward to this.  It's every kid's dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TTEgvhAOtzI/AAAAAAAABks/rFO2QjHsNec/s320/IMG_7905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562263015464548146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here's to saying good bye to 2010 by listing our high lights of the year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  We welcomed Lily into our family in May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Preston started Kindergarten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Our ward boundaries were realigned which created a new ward.  Plus, Waco became Waco Stake.  We are still in Waco 2nd Ward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Phillip released his 1st iphone app.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Fun family vacation to Galveston with some great friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. We became a minivan family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello, 2011.  I hope that it's a great year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TTEhrE0s46I/AAAAAAAABk0/p9Q1H12Ab6I/s320/IMG_7963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562264038692152226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4281652648604512231-5506364234426777963?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5506364234426777963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=5506364234426777963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/5506364234426777963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/5506364234426777963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TTEgvWmGKsI/AAAAAAAABkk/zEb7UbELUPw/s72-c/IMG_7897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-6363304553016761145</id><published>2011-01-05T21:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T22:01:10.949-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><title type='text'>Lily's Mohawk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TSU90x2ij4I/AAAAAAAABkc/WGHQ0NlYTaU/s1600/lilymommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TSU90x2ij4I/AAAAAAAABkc/WGHQ0NlYTaU/s320/lilymommy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558917292003331970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily sports a mohawk 99% of the time.  I have tried many things to keep her hair from spiking up into a 1980's hair style, but the mohawk always wins.  Notice the earrings.  Love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-6363304553016761145?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6363304553016761145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=6363304553016761145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/6363304553016761145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/6363304553016761145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2011/01/lilys-mohawk.html' title='Lily&apos;s Mohawk'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TSU90x2ij4I/AAAAAAAABkc/WGHQ0NlYTaU/s72-c/lilymommy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-24887319019200416</id><published>2010-12-31T16:15:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T21:56:44.789-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TR5ahCE7MEI/AAAAAAAABj0/2__wFTsw5So/s1600/IMG_7850.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TR5XiJlQg3I/AAAAAAAABjk/xoUMBljaWjk/s1600/IMG_7847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TR5XiJlQg3I/AAAAAAAABjk/xoUMBljaWjk/s320/IMG_7847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556975234421130098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take many pictures.  Phillip videoed (is that a word) the kids Christmas morning.  Our Christmas came on Christmas Eve this year.  Phillip and I love the night before Santa comes.  The preparations are fun.  We had our traditional gingerbread pancakes (thanks Blackhurst family) and scrambled eggs for breakfast.  It was delicious.  We played all day with our fun new toys, even Phillip and I.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each Christmas season I really try hard to teach the kids about Christ and His birth and the real meaning of Christmas.  I think Preston understood more this year, Riley just does her own thing, and Lily is just cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice the elf in the picture above.  Well, he visited everyday in December up until Christmas.  He moved around the house checking on how the kids were behaving.  It was an attempt to make them want to behave better.  Some days it worked and other not so much.  It was a good try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TR5ahCE7MEI/AAAAAAAABj0/2__wFTsw5So/s1600/IMG_7850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TR5ahCE7MEI/AAAAAAAABj0/2__wFTsw5So/s320/IMG_7850.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556978513761480770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TR5ag01gRTI/AAAAAAAABjs/OPL_O3bMGTI/s1600/IMG_7849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TR5ag01gRTI/AAAAAAAABjs/OPL_O3bMGTI/s320/IMG_7849.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556978510207141170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preston is testing out his new bike from Santa.  Riley is above testing out her hand me down bike from Preston.  She loves that it's Lighting McQueen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas day we went up to Plano, TX and stayed a couple of days.  We saw Mimaw, Grandpa, Sheila, Erik, Evy, and Merritt (and Max).  It was a great visit and the food was yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TSU8mOe5YjI/AAAAAAAABkU/W126bbpLeJs/s320/mimawkids" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558915942479127090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preston and Riley enjoying some music time with Mimaw.  They loved playing with the bells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-24887319019200416?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/24887319019200416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=24887319019200416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/24887319019200416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/24887319019200416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TR5XiJlQg3I/AAAAAAAABjk/xoUMBljaWjk/s72-c/IMG_7847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-446074127808075782</id><published>2010-12-22T16:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T21:33:44.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TR5drHt8PmI/AAAAAAAABkM/RRYhbQNIXAs/s1600/IMG_7775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TR5drHt8PmI/AAAAAAAABkM/RRYhbQNIXAs/s320/IMG_7775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556981985609268834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Preston seems to always get smothered by girls when I see him at school.  It always puts a "help me" look on his face. It's funny b/c the girl on the right is always calling him "pretzel."  It really bothers Preston and we have had many talks about how to handle it.  I keep telling him it's because she wants attention from him.  He totally thinks it gross, and well, I wish that girl would leave him alone too. I hope this is not a preview of things to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TR5dqyhAcII/AAAAAAAABkE/4jjXyPtZjnw/s1600/IMG_7776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TR5dqyhAcII/AAAAAAAABkE/4jjXyPtZjnw/s320/IMG_7776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556981979917873282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Preston's kindergarten class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TR5dqnlO_6I/AAAAAAAABj8/_yj6xhRPDIU/s1600/IMG_7778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TR5dqnlO_6I/AAAAAAAABj8/_yj6xhRPDIU/s320/IMG_7778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556981976982814626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mrs. Humphrey and Preston.  (she is a great teacher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped out with Preston's Christmas party at school.  It went great and the kids seemed to have a lot of fun.  Preston loved that I was able to help out.  Now, I'm the new room mom for his class.  The previous room mom is moving and I got suckered in.  It's all good.  By the way, Phillip watched the girls so I could help out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-446074127808075782?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/446074127808075782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=446074127808075782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/446074127808075782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/446074127808075782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/12/kindergarten-christmas-party.html' title='Kindergarten Christmas Party'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TR5drHt8PmI/AAAAAAAABkM/RRYhbQNIXAs/s72-c/IMG_7775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-8568271747914507125</id><published>2010-12-12T20:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T20:53:05.466-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>Annual Ginger Bread House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TQWKEOxivGI/AAAAAAAABjY/FI6K4eq3SGY/s1600/IMG_7723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TQWKEOxivGI/AAAAAAAABjY/FI6K4eq3SGY/s320/IMG_7723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549993921094007906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TQWKD1ssYRI/AAAAAAAABjQ/FbikX6nyhwQ/s1600/IMG_7718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TQWKD1ssYRI/AAAAAAAABjQ/FbikX6nyhwQ/s320/IMG_7718.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549993914362781970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TQWKDNbmakI/AAAAAAAABjI/XTeCYbu2HsE/s1600/IMG_7736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TQWKDNbmakI/AAAAAAAABjI/XTeCYbu2HsE/s320/IMG_7736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549993903553669698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-8568271747914507125?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8568271747914507125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=8568271747914507125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/8568271747914507125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/8568271747914507125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/12/annual-ginger-bread-house.html' title='Annual Ginger Bread House'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TQWKEOxivGI/AAAAAAAABjY/FI6K4eq3SGY/s72-c/IMG_7723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-2595730460218295167</id><published>2010-12-12T20:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T20:47:43.079-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riley'/><title type='text'>Sickie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TQWFRbxvMOI/AAAAAAAABjA/-UpQ3iMdRwI/s1600/IMG_7646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TQWFRbxvMOI/AAAAAAAABjA/-UpQ3iMdRwI/s320/IMG_7646.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549988650364645602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last couple of weeks have been rough on this little girl.  Right after getting over strep throat, she came down with some cold virus.  She had cough, runny nose, fever, and sore throat.  I know who doesn't have a cold right now.  So, I did take her to the doctor just to make sure it wasn't another case of strep.  Negative on that and the flu.  So, it's been running it's coarse.  She still has the cough and runny nose, but it's getting better.  I posted the above picture b/c this is my Riley.  Independent.  I really have to pick my battles and clothing chooses are not one of them.  We were headed to HEB.  It was cold outside and she wanted to wear her tutu... Sounds greats, lets go.  It was on this trip to HEB that she fell out of the van and her head hit the curb.  She has some nice wounds to show for that.   Good news is that she's on the mend and will soon get rid of the cough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-2595730460218295167?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2595730460218295167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=2595730460218295167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/2595730460218295167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/2595730460218295167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/12/sickie.html' title='Sickie'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TQWFRbxvMOI/AAAAAAAABjA/-UpQ3iMdRwI/s72-c/IMG_7646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-2537574702092167558</id><published>2010-12-05T22:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T22:39:49.888-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Got Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TPxouvCgDII/AAAAAAAABi4/TokBl9Sid6w/s1600/IMG_7609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TPxouvCgDII/AAAAAAAABi4/TokBl9Sid6w/s320/IMG_7609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547423993123835010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... and this is not all of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-2537574702092167558?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2537574702092167558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=2537574702092167558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/2537574702092167558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/2537574702092167558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/12/got-leaves.html' title='Got Leaves'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TPxouvCgDII/AAAAAAAABi4/TokBl9Sid6w/s72-c/IMG_7609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-22309208410073915</id><published>2010-12-05T22:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T22:35:52.077-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><title type='text'>Bye Bye Karate</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Preston had a belt test for karate (or they call it graduation). He was going for his orange with black strip belt.  After much thinking and discussion, all (Preston, Phillip and I) decided that it was a time for a break from karate.  There were many reasons for everyone involved, but the bottom line was that everyone agreed.  Preston did an excellent job breaking his board and he did it on the first try.  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Preston loved seeing me up at school and even gave me a hug.  I helped cut up  food and set the plates out.  Fun memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday, we left for Austin.  We picked up our Turkey Trot packets and t-shirts once we arrived then headed to Central Market for lunch.  It was so yummy and I immediately wanted to move back.  I miss Austin and the fun stuff there.  After lunch, we headed to Zilker Park and we all rode the train.  The kids enjoyed playing in the park.  Riley was hard to keep track of and kept asking random people to help her.  She asked one lady to swing her.  Every time we, as her parents, intervened.  Silly Riley.  We really loved being back in Austin.  We started to head towards the hotel on Mopac and came to a stop... Austin traffic.  Don't miss that Austin traffic.  We checked into the hotel.  I totally loved this hotel because there was a living room, a separate bedroom and a small kitchen.  Then, it was off to our annual Thanksgiving reunion at Uncle Tony and Aunt Martha's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TPHHBRlkhAI/AAAAAAAABho/Q2lTNM27-Ig/s320/IMG_7574.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544431440984572930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TPHG5RvlcmI/AAAAAAAABhg/K0RTdwf2abg/s320/IMG_7564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544431303587623522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Lily discovering rocks and none went in her mouth surprisingly.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thursday was spent at Uncle T and Aunt M's house with tons of family (Phillip's side) after our Turkey Trot.  We meet up with a friend, Jessica Knox from our Austin days.  She did the trot with us.  There were so many people there.  It took us 40 minutes to walk a mile.  So, we decided to take the mile and call it a great race for us.  It was a great experience.  There were around 75 people in and out of the Uncle T and Aunt M's house during Thanksgiving.  We even did our traditional Garden Ridge run.  Preston and Riley loved running in and out.  I am not sure how many times they rode around the house.  Oh, and can't forget the tractor rides.  The temperature dropped to really cold about 1pm.  So, we went from shorts to jeans and needing coats.  The food was awesome as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TPHJc0BMA_I/AAAAAAAABiA/H8MMMz-UsGU/s1600/IMG_7582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TPHJc0BMA_I/AAAAAAAABiA/H8MMMz-UsGU/s320/IMG_7582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544434113106936818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TPHJcX00pDI/AAAAAAAABh4/1yPvzw2qO3Y/s1600/IMG_7585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TPHJcX00pDI/AAAAAAAABh4/1yPvzw2qO3Y/s320/IMG_7585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544434105538880562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TPHLs6xwwzI/AAAAAAAABiY/OU0Iq6naxaA/s1600/IMG_7591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TPHLs6xwwzI/AAAAAAAABiY/OU0Iq6naxaA/s320/IMG_7591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544436588822446898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Some dressed up for the Turkey trot.  Here is a banana and a turkey having a conversation.  You can't see if very well, but there is another turkey on the other side of him.  We saw people dressed as Indians, but lots of turkeys.)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TPHLsmGDY0I/AAAAAAAABiQ/dQ8sN_JxdLM/s1600/IMG_7577.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TPHO9LgLLPI/AAAAAAAABiw/4j3Uss304Fs/s320/IMG_7593.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544440166724873458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TPHLsmGDY0I/AAAAAAAABiQ/dQ8sN_JxdLM/s320/IMG_7577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544436583270409026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Uncle Tony giving one of many tractor rides&lt;/i&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday was our last day in Austin :(.  This day I woke up without having a coughing fit.  We did stop by Fry's on our way to Uncle T and Aunt M's house.  The kids were happy to see they were going to spend more time at the Burghart's home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TPHO8ytoooI/AAAAAAAABio/OpYiuPmWiJI/s320/IMG_7599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544440160070443650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other things that I don't want to forget (some I do).  It seemed that most of Phillip's family forgot I was pregnant last time.  So, Lily was a surprise.  Even someone thought I was pregnant this time around and asked "Are you excepting?"  Just smile and wave.  There was a port-o-potty on the lot where the kids play soccer because the city just finished up redoing some drainage work in the neighborhood.  Riley kept trying to use the potty there instead of going inside to the bathroom.  Preston just loved the sidewalk around the house.  He rode scooters like crazy.  I was coughing really bad and had to sleep on the cough each night.  I was afraid I would wake the kids up.  It was a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home, the Christmas decorating started....  Love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TPHO8TB_xcI/AAAAAAAABig/COB71yDcdlY/s320/IMG_7601.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544440151565911490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4281652648604512231-1746155112209373335?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1746155112209373335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=1746155112209373335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/1746155112209373335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/1746155112209373335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-2010.html' title='Thanksgiving 2010'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TPHHBRlkhAI/AAAAAAAABho/Q2lTNM27-Ig/s72-c/IMG_7574.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-4609701326420780110</id><published>2010-11-27T20:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T20:14:39.653-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mandy'/><title type='text'>My Thanksgiving Cough</title><content type='html'>We have been celebrating all week.  Phillip had the entire week off of work which was awesome and a blessing.  I have been fighting allergies and a cough for a month and Monday it seemed to get the best of me.  So, I went to see the doc.  Yes, it was time for my bi-annual sinus infection, but my doctor threw me for a loop when she said that I had RAD.  Yes, I am RAD.  Thank you.  No, really it means reactive airway disease or asthma.  I need to be healthy for my turkey trot!!! An &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abx&lt;/span&gt;, inhaler, cough med,  and allergy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; to go.  I should be feeling like new quickly.  Right?  Well, I coughed and coughed all week long. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived in Austin on Wed and I continued to cough.  The medicine didn't seem to work.  There were times I thought I was going to have to go to the ER.  I couldn't stop coughing.  I increased my inhaler to every 3-4hours and started getting some relief.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, Friday morning I woke up in the hotel room without having a coughing fit.  I still had a cough, but it was under control.  It was nice to talk to people again without coughing or hacking.  I could breathe better.  Well, allergy induced asthma, I guess I believe it.  Monday, I get to call my doctor and let her know how I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-4609701326420780110?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4609701326420780110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=4609701326420780110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/4609701326420780110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/4609701326420780110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-thanksgiving-cough.html' title='My Thanksgiving Cough'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-8492390605047037139</id><published>2010-11-24T00:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T00:29:54.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are movin' around here</title><content type='html'>I have not said much this month, but there's been a lot going on.  It's late and I can't sleep because of my cough and some medicine I took.  So, I am going to update my blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Waco Stake was created and boundaries were changed creating a new ward, Hewitt Ward.  We are still in the Waco 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; ward.  It's so neat to see the church grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-With the above change, I got a new calling.  Primary pianist.  To most that can play the piano, this would probably seem like an easy calling.  Not to me.  I am terrified of playing the piano with an audience.  Plus, I had 3 weeks to learn 8 songs for the primary program.  Primary program went great and I survived.  I am starting to love this calling and love that I can dust off the piano.  Plus my friend is the chorister and we have a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Preston lost tooth #2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Phillip went to Denver for work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-There was a leak in my bathroom.  The water pipe going to the toilet broke off spraying water all over the bathroom.  Thank goodness I was home. The water shut off at the toilet won't work.  So, I ran with lighting speed and shut the water off to the whole house.  Phillip later fixed it.  We make such a great team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Riley is saying the funniest thing.  When she is needing my attention she says, "Mommy Moore!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Lily is still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I maybe broke my toe about 1 week ago.  It's feeling better, but still sore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Turkey Trot in Austin is coming up.  We are doing it as a family.  I'll let you know if we make the entire 5 miles.  I'll really be surprised if the kids make it 1 mile.  Family time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-painted the guest bathroom and it glows green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TOyvl5A4zGI/AAAAAAAABhY/BNw6RACfLBc/s1600/IMG_7546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TOyvl5A4zGI/AAAAAAAABhY/BNw6RACfLBc/s320/IMG_7546.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542998306880801890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riley and Preston have started taking the camera.  Riley took this picture.  Phillip showed Preston how to use the video camera and I am interested to see what's on there.  I think his goal is to record something funny and send it to America's Funniest Videos. I good with that.&lt;div&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/4281652648604512231-8492390605047037139?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8492390605047037139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=8492390605047037139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/8492390605047037139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/8492390605047037139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-are-movin-around-here.html' title='Things are movin&apos; around here'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TOyvl5A4zGI/AAAAAAAABhY/BNw6RACfLBc/s72-c/IMG_7546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-7041070004555398853</id><published>2010-11-14T13:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T00:08:09.866-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><title type='text'>Hummer Limo Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TOyrkAoldAI/AAAAAAAABhQ/wFNNaDSTMsE/s1600/IMG_7510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TOyrkAoldAI/AAAAAAAABhQ/wFNNaDSTMsE/s320/IMG_7510.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542993876520104962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't skip this.  Preston sold over 15 items for his school fundraiser and one of his prizes was a limo ride to Cici's pizza for lunch.  Preston has excited about it and I was a little scared.  When the permission slip came home, I had second thoughts on letting him go.  I didn't know all the details.  How are they going to keep track of my first born?  Who was going to be with my first born?  My tone changed when I was asked to go.  I has more excited than Preston because now I could make sure he would be taken care of.  I didn't know what to except.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TOyrjwCeZMI/AAAAAAAABhI/_QQsNqjCQ_Y/s320/IMG_7518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542993872065291458" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were around 60 kids in the 1st shift going to lunch.  I was put in charge of Limo #2 and we had 17 kids in there.  The noise level to lunch was through the roof, but these kids were having a blast.  The kids were great.  I had a headache, but what an experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TOyrjsoCOqI/AAAAAAAABhA/ZHY09KXKstM/s320/IMG_7512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542993871149087394" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-7041070004555398853?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7041070004555398853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=7041070004555398853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/7041070004555398853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/7041070004555398853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/11/hummer-limo-ride.html' title='Hummer Limo Ride'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TOyrkAoldAI/AAAAAAAABhQ/wFNNaDSTMsE/s72-c/IMG_7510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-5729745037711027396</id><published>2010-10-30T20:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T21:08:57.412-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TMzbHQ5dLjI/AAAAAAAABg4/LjGr6CKg2rY/s1600/IMG_7487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TMzbHQ5dLjI/AAAAAAAABg4/LjGr6CKg2rY/s320/IMG_7487.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534038959973019186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We carved our pumpkin yesterday.  What fun and mess was created.  We had to wait for Phillip to get home from his trip.  After pumpkin carving, we watching Star Wars: A New Hope.  It's an oldie but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt;.  We've been watching the whole series one by one staring with the 1st.  Preston and Riley really like the movies.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TMzbHB44GvI/AAAAAAAABgw/UmjSdyOkjmY/s320/IMG_7495.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534038955944057586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, was our ward Trunk or Treat, but combined with 2 other wards.  So, it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tri&lt;/span&gt;-Ward activity(we now have 3 wards and a branch in Waco, plus Waco Stake!!).  It was crazy and a ton of people were there, but it was fun seeing people we knew from the other wards.  This year the whole family dressed up and we had some much fun preparing.  I even sewed and had to sew more than I initially thought, but they all turned out great.  Lily was our parrot and a cute one.  I made her costume all by myself.  I'll have to take more pictures of her in it later.  It was a crazy night, but not going out trick or treating tomorrow on Halloween will make up for it.  We plan to hand out candy if any come our way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TMzbG-BZ6lI/AAAAAAAABgo/BukpD7YtMNU/s320/IMG_7502.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534038954906085970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Happy Halloween!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/4281652648604512231-5729745037711027396?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5729745037711027396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=5729745037711027396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/5729745037711027396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/5729745037711027396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TMzbHQ5dLjI/AAAAAAAABg4/LjGr6CKg2rY/s72-c/IMG_7487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-8950759910364246409</id><published>2010-10-23T20:29:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:01:49.980-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riley'/><title type='text'>Riley's Wish list</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TMuJGBVk5AI/AAAAAAAABgg/-gP_es-_oHI/s1600/IMG_7255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TMuJGBVk5AI/AAAAAAAABgg/-gP_es-_oHI/s320/IMG_7255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533667303685940226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley tells me things that she wants to do and they are random, but she's got things to do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Wants to swim with a whale- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shamu&lt;/span&gt; of course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Wants to go to a football game (not too random)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Wants to ride on a firetruck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Wants to ride on a lion AND a tiger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Wants to ride in a school bus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Wants to ride in an ice cream truck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Wants to ride on a train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She brings all the above up regularly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, Riley is holding our cat, Twinkles.  That poor cat.  "I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;' to love you and squeeze you into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;itty&lt;/span&gt; bitty pieces."  I am constantly saving our cat from Riley.  Riley just loves her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much.  Twinkles has gotten to where she runs when she sees Riley coming.  &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/4281652648604512231-8950759910364246409?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8950759910364246409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=8950759910364246409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/8950759910364246409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/8950759910364246409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/10/rileys-wish-list.html' title='Riley&apos;s Wish list'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TMuJGBVk5AI/AAAAAAAABgg/-gP_es-_oHI/s72-c/IMG_7255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-1232790265656037562</id><published>2010-10-22T20:10:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T20:53:43.348-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riley'/><title type='text'>Pumpkin Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had fun tonight painting pumpkins. Preston and Riley were so excited about it and couldn't wait. They had a hard time finishing their dinner. They both had a great time painting. I should let them do it more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are waiting for Daddy to come home so we can carve the BIG pumpkin.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TMuHG0ZWgXI/AAAAAAAABgQ/cB0-xASD5vw/s1600/IMG_7428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TMuHG0ZWgXI/AAAAAAAABgQ/cB0-xASD5vw/s320/IMG_7428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533665118368727410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TMuHGpzNOpI/AAAAAAAABgI/KZG_lKlCoJM/s1600/IMG_7436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TMuHGpzNOpI/AAAAAAAABgI/KZG_lKlCoJM/s320/IMG_7436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533665115524381330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TMuHGvBBdjI/AAAAAAAABgA/9Agf-_q-ifc/s1600/IMG_7427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TMuHGvBBdjI/AAAAAAAABgA/9Agf-_q-ifc/s320/IMG_7427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533665116924507698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TMuIVo0bcBI/AAAAAAAABgY/qPFHjZROK78/s320/IMG_7430.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533666472470736914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;This is what Lily did while her brother and sister painted.&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/4281652648604512231-1232790265656037562?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1232790265656037562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=1232790265656037562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/1232790265656037562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/1232790265656037562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkin-fun.html' title='Pumpkin Fun'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TMuHG0ZWgXI/AAAAAAAABgQ/cB0-xASD5vw/s72-c/IMG_7428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-8760538089533859256</id><published>2010-10-10T19:52:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T20:00:07.891-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Time Out for Women</title><content type='html'>This weekend I attended TOFW in Plano, TX.  It was magnificent.  There was a Friday and Saturday session.  The family loaded the swagger wagon on Friday and left for Plano after picking up Preston from school.  Well, to our surprise the traffic was awful and I made it just in time.  Thanks to my sisters and Mom, I had a great seat.  I had Lily with me the entire time and she was awesome.  Plus, I had some friends from Waco that attended, but I only ran into them once the entire weekend-bummer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat morning Phillip, Grandpa, and Erik took all the kids fishing while the all the moms went to TOFW.  Preston and Riley had a blast.  I had a blast, also.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was the one thing I learned from TOFW?  I think the one message that I kept hearing was for us to be kind to ourselves.  There were so many messages about hope and they were awesome.  Loved it and hope to do it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TMJAQJypalI/AAAAAAAABfo/rPKe0sW8oeg/s1600/IMG_7339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TMJAQJypalI/AAAAAAAABfo/rPKe0sW8oeg/s320/IMG_7339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531053938614823506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting ready to go fishing.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TMJAzkNdhXI/AAAAAAAABf4/KJsyM4PkliE/s1600/grandpariley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TMJAzkNdhXI/AAAAAAAABf4/KJsyM4PkliE/s320/grandpariley.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531054547002033522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa and Riley.  The fish scared Riley so Grandpa is helping.  I love this picture of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TMJAzY6KazI/AAAAAAAABfw/yiI80oc9IEQ/s1600/prestonfishing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TMJAzY6KazI/AAAAAAAABfw/yiI80oc9IEQ/s320/prestonfishing.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531054543968299826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Preston was so excited that he caught some fish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-8760538089533859256?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8760538089533859256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=8760538089533859256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/8760538089533859256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/8760538089533859256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-out-for-women.html' title='Time Out for Women'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TMJAQJypalI/AAAAAAAABfo/rPKe0sW8oeg/s72-c/IMG_7339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-3055929599082335955</id><published>2010-10-02T21:35:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T19:44:30.638-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot air balloons'/><title type='text'>Plano Hot Air Balloon Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's a family tradition.  We all love to go see the hot air balloons every year and love doing it with our family.  This year we were missing some regular family goers and that was a bummer, but we enjoyed seeing the ones that were there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TKf7FI39RkI/AAAAAAAABfg/WnD-mAHr_tM/s320/IMG_7192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523659533693306434" /&gt;Yes, you got it.  TROUBLE!  Evy, Preston, and Riley loved their light up swords.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TKf7EFxH8fI/AAAAAAAABfY/E5aBeY6hPzc/s320/IMG_7185.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523659515679470066" /&gt;The balloons lifting off in the back ground.  Then, we watched the balloon glow after dark.  I couldn't get a good picture, but it's awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-3055929599082335955?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3055929599082335955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=3055929599082335955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/3055929599082335955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/3055929599082335955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/10/plano-hot-air-balloon-festival.html' title='Plano Hot Air Balloon Festival'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TKf7FI39RkI/AAAAAAAABfg/WnD-mAHr_tM/s72-c/IMG_7192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-1934724391169518008</id><published>2010-10-02T21:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T21:34:53.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TKf45jcwfAI/AAAAAAAABfQ/_c2Xc-kwJD4/s1600/IMG_7174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TKf45jcwfAI/AAAAAAAABfQ/_c2Xc-kwJD4/s320/IMG_7174.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523657135645293570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love watching my babies sleep.  Lily at 4 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TKf3hjQgfqI/AAAAAAAABfI/OKWNTy9TAz8/s1600/IMG_7224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TKf3hjQgfqI/AAAAAAAABfI/OKWNTy9TAz8/s320/IMG_7224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523655623765425826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just because Riley let me put bows in her hair.  She's such a cutie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TKf3hYmopEI/AAAAAAAABfA/RD3o2a4d8dg/s1600/IMG_7148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TKf3hYmopEI/AAAAAAAABfA/RD3o2a4d8dg/s320/IMG_7148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523655620905444418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TKf3hFqqn4I/AAAAAAAABe4/0RiBc4e8TLg/s1600/IMG_7144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TKf3hFqqn4I/AAAAAAAABe4/0RiBc4e8TLg/s320/IMG_7144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523655615822077826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preston graduating to his orange belt.  Go Preston!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-1934724391169518008?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1934724391169518008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=1934724391169518008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/1934724391169518008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/1934724391169518008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/10/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TKf45jcwfAI/AAAAAAAABfQ/_c2Xc-kwJD4/s72-c/IMG_7174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-5406563792878549263</id><published>2010-09-04T18:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T19:42:51.444-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Things to Remember</title><content type='html'>With the start of school, the family has been getting use to new schedules.  Life continues to move along and Preston, Riley, and Lily continue to grow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PRESTON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is really LOVING kindergarten and meeting new friends.  He seems to have a great teacher, Mrs. Humphrey.  He tells me now, "Mom, I can do ........... b/c I'm and in kindergarten."  He is usually pretty tired once he gets home from school.  Preston is such a great helper and I miss him during the day.  Lily loves to smile at him and Preston's been known to rock her to sleep.  Riley loves her big Bro-Bro as well.  She misses playing with him during the day and talks about him while he is gone.  Preston is about to test for a new belt in karate soon.  He is such a fun kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RILEY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This girl is something else.  She's my little firecracker at the moment.  You have to see her walk.  It's a: I'm a big girl, I can do it on my own, and I don't need help walk.  She's very confident in herself.  I love her independence, most of the time.  Riley's speech has really taken off since mid-summer.  Her most used phrases right now are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) "Cannn I...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) "You know why??" I love this one.  I think she's really trying to ask why, but it puts her on the answering end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) "That was fun, mommy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.)"Me, no want to."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Riley is a little mommy.  She likes to help out with everything.  Riley continues to look out for Preston and Lily.  She is always trying to put Preston in time-out.  She'll say, "One, two, three... Mommy, Bro-Bro time out."  It's really funny.  Riley is really tough and continues to hold her own, but she does have a girly side to her.  She's starting to want pony tails in her hair and she'll usually tell me "2 ponytails."  Riley loves to greet people every where we go and is not shy to walk up to most people.  Which is a problem b/c she has no fear.  An elderly man the other day, gave her a quarter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LILY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily is such a little sweetie.  Her happy times of the day are usually the evening and I just love the smiles she gives.  The giggling continues which just makes me laugh to hear her laugh.  Lily is trying to hard to roll over, but just can't get her arm out of the way.  In no time, she'll have rolling over mastered and there will be no turning back.  She'll be non-stop.  She's picked up on blowing bubbles in her drool and starting to blow raspberries.  I love our little conversations we have when there is a quiet moment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PHILLIP- Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continues to be busy with everything from work to his calling as EQ President.  If we get him all to ourselves on a weekend, we are excited because he's usually helping someone move.  The kids look forward to him coming home everyday.  He is really loved.  He just finished staining a picnic table for me.  It was one he had growing up as a kid.  Phillip was even brave enough to let Preston and Riley help.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MANDY- Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mandy is busy with her stay at home job.  She's given up on keeping a spotless house.  Just got release from the Primary Presidency as 1st counselor.  This is actually scary to have no calling because you never know what they'll call you to next.  She plans to lay low- hopefully.  Mandy continues to work out at the "Y" trying to find her waistline.  She realizes that may never happen, but is hopeful.  With Preston starting school, she's gotten involved with the PTA as the parent volunteer coordinator.  It will be a learning experience for sure.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is good and we are loving it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4281652648604512231-5406563792878549263?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5406563792878549263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=5406563792878549263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/5406563792878549263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/5406563792878549263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-to-remember.html' title='Things to Remember'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-2172013608238961718</id><published>2010-08-26T21:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T21:39:56.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been thinking</title><content type='html'>This week has been busy.  I'm getting use to taking Preston to school every morning and picking him up.  Also, taking Riley to preschool on Tues and Thurs and picking her up.  I realize I have entered a new chapter as being a mom.  I just can't stay at home and go nowhere during the week (that's hard for me anyways).  I have a child that is at school 5 days a week.  I hope that he makes the right decisions.  I hope that he is a good friend.  I hope that he is a good example.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preston was talking about a kid in his class today that talks funny.  It was a great teaching moment for Phillip and I.  We told him that it's not nice to make fun of him and Preston said, "Yeah, I know.  I wasn't."  I knew Preston knew that.  The teaching moment was telling Preston to not let others make fun of him.  That he could tell the other students that it isn't nice to make fun of people.  Then, it was on to another subject.  We had the missionaries over for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this new chapter in my life will bring more teaching moments.  Moments for me to learn and moments for my children to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-2172013608238961718?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2172013608238961718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=2172013608238961718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/2172013608238961718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/2172013608238961718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-been-thinking.html' title='I&apos;ve been thinking'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-824150172066826972</id><published>2010-08-23T11:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T18:45:07.916-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Kindergarten... ready or not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TILn5r63yNI/AAAAAAAABek/OmEfj3SBW4w/s1600/prestonkinder.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TILn5r63yNI/AAAAAAAABek/OmEfj3SBW4w/s320/prestonkinder.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513223872083118290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of kindergarten for Preston.  He's been ready for this since he turned 5 in March.  Last night we did all our preparations so this morning would go great.  Preston picked out his clothes and we packed his lunch.  Preston and Riley got their Father's blessings.  So, this morning went great.  It was even more special since Daddy came to walk Preston to his classroom.  We arrived the same time the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blackhurst&lt;/span&gt; family arrived to the school.  So, it was nice that Preston had his friend, Ava, to walk with him as well.  I stayed in the car with Lily and Riley.  Phillip said Preston went in like a champ and said, "Bye, Dad."  That was it.  Riley did pretty good with her "Bro-Bro" leaving.  Now it's just all the girls at home.  We went to the gym and I did water aerobics.  Then, it was to Target.  Riley got to pick out a toy.  She chose the play-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doh&lt;/span&gt; ice cream set and she's been playing with in since we got home.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TILnoV5zrcI/AAAAAAAABec/e4SUO6f7Jpc/s320/prestonkinder2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513223574115298754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now both Lily and Riley are taking a nap at the same time as I am updating the blog.  It can't get any better than this.  Now, I can't wait to pick Preston up and hear about his first day at school.&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/4281652648604512231-824150172066826972?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/824150172066826972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=824150172066826972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/824150172066826972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/824150172066826972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/08/kindergarten-ready-or-not.html' title='Kindergarten... ready or not'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TILn5r63yNI/AAAAAAAABek/OmEfj3SBW4w/s72-c/prestonkinder.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-1326935206061901570</id><published>2010-08-18T21:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T21:44:10.819-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><title type='text'>Coos and Giggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TGyoc7sR1rI/AAAAAAAABeU/SeoEk0RXiEM/s1600/IMG_7099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TGyoc7sR1rI/AAAAAAAABeU/SeoEk0RXiEM/s320/IMG_7099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506961659380487858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this stage.  Lily is cooing and giggling.  When she's happy, she'll talk you ear off.  I'm loving it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-1326935206061901570?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1326935206061901570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=1326935206061901570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/1326935206061901570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/1326935206061901570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/08/coos-and-giggles.html' title='Coos and Giggles'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TGyoc7sR1rI/AAAAAAAABeU/SeoEk0RXiEM/s72-c/IMG_7099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-1849425861161875183</id><published>2010-08-15T20:49:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T21:32:52.196-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Galveston Get Away</title><content type='html'>So, it's been over a week since we left for a fun filled vacation with the Blackhurst family.  We left 2 Wednesdays ago at 7am(ish).  Both vans packed and ready for the beach in Galveston, TX.  The road trip to our destination wasn't too bad.  We just had a rough hour of Lily crying while driving through Houston.  Phillip tried to get her to calm down.  I tried and tried to get her to take her pacifier and finally she sucked on it for a couple minutes and fell asleep.  YeeHaw!!  The kids were in movie heaven. Oh, we followed the Blackhursts on the way to Galveston with Lindsey in the captain seat.  She maneuvered Houston like a pro and there were some tricky spots with the HOV lane.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TGioc116_5I/AAAAAAAABdU/-whAYbOe2Yg/s320/IMG_6935.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505835757903478674" /&gt;We arrived into Galveston in time for lunch.  What's for lunch?  The Spot.  Yummy.  I thought.  Then, we headed to The Strand for some shopping and strolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TGiqtHl3VFI/AAAAAAAABd0/QzJjX3XxquM/s1600/IMG_6944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TGiqtHl3VFI/AAAAAAAABd0/QzJjX3XxquM/s320/IMG_6944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505838236569130066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TGiqsxrmIDI/AAAAAAAABds/RZYXHJu5F3g/s1600/IMG_6945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TGiqsxrmIDI/AAAAAAAABds/RZYXHJu5F3g/s320/IMG_6945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505838230687588402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Blackhurst wagon was a huge hit with my kids.  I need to get one of those.  It was hot. I know you're surprised.  So, we ended our shopping trip at the Rocky Mountain Candy Factory for ice cream and bought candy apples for later.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now is was time to check into our resort.  Holiday Inn Resort, that is.  Where- if you talk to the right person- you can get a microwave in your room.  Really the hotel was fine.  Preston and Riley couldn't wait to go swimming. They suited up and got covered in sun screen to dip in the hotel pool before dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TGit4hR5V9I/AAAAAAAABd8/d179Ke0zXTE/s1600/IMG_6951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TGit4hR5V9I/AAAAAAAABd8/d179Ke0zXTE/s320/IMG_6951.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505841730978142162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For dinner, we went to Mario's for pizza.  It was really good pizza.  Then, down to the beach.  The beach in the evening was not too hot and with a small breeze.  It was so fun and relaxing and the kids played and played until it was dark.  We had tears rolling when it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TGivu9MyGiI/AAAAAAAABeM/Uzy28DDo0Gk/s1600/IMG_6960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TGivu9MyGiI/AAAAAAAABeM/Uzy28DDo0Gk/s320/IMG_6960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505843765697452578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucy and Lily hang out while the big kids played in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TGivuTHqoKI/AAAAAAAABeE/dhnXlgrPNlI/s1600/IMG_6959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TGivuTHqoKI/AAAAAAAABeE/dhnXlgrPNlI/s320/IMG_6959.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505843754401702050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the life guard truck telling everyone that life guards are off duty and to call 9-1-1 for any emergency.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be continued...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-1849425861161875183?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1849425861161875183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=1849425861161875183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/1849425861161875183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/1849425861161875183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/08/galveston-get-away.html' title='Galveston Get Away'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TGioc116_5I/AAAAAAAABdU/-whAYbOe2Yg/s72-c/IMG_6935.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-6831082306060969313</id><published>2010-08-14T20:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T20:42:20.062-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><title type='text'>My kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TGdTaWFMkbI/AAAAAAAABdM/4Bnw-OvlT2I/s1600/IMG_7102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TGdTaWFMkbI/AAAAAAAABdM/4Bnw-OvlT2I/s320/IMG_7102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505460781552800178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took this today while outside pulling weeds.  I'm a lucky mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-6831082306060969313?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6831082306060969313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=6831082306060969313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/6831082306060969313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/6831082306060969313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-kids.html' title='My kids'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TGdTaWFMkbI/AAAAAAAABdM/4Bnw-OvlT2I/s72-c/IMG_7102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-2796785593250688799</id><published>2010-08-09T21:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T21:39:05.358-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Papa Albritton and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TGDH8l0s0CI/AAAAAAAABdE/elBWprAoQCY/s1600/IMG_7035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TGDH8l0s0CI/AAAAAAAABdE/elBWprAoQCY/s320/IMG_7035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503618588405977122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tons to post about our recent vacation to Galveston.  So, that's to come soon, but I wanted to skip to Papa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Albritton&lt;/span&gt;.  On our way back home, we stopped to visit Papa, Craig (my cousin), Tiffany(Craig's wife), and Hannah (their daughter).  Papa is Preston, Riley, and Lily's great-grandpa.  We had a great visit with all.  Craig and Tiffany were great hosts as they put up with our car crazed kids.  We put on our swimming suits one last time on our trip and went to a beach side pool, but got rained out after an hour of swimming fun.  Riley was in heaven as she chased and hugged their 2 dogs, Maddie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Izzie&lt;/span&gt;, and the cat.  It was a nice way to break up a long drive home and to see family we don't get to visit with often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-2796785593250688799?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2796785593250688799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=2796785593250688799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/2796785593250688799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/2796785593250688799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/08/papa-albritton-and-more.html' title='Papa Albritton and more'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TGDH8l0s0CI/AAAAAAAABdE/elBWprAoQCY/s72-c/IMG_7035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-5710241782604735011</id><published>2010-08-02T12:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T20:01:12.979-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phillip'/><title type='text'>Dad's back</title><content type='html'>So, Phillip had been gone for 2 weeks on a trip for work to Maryland.  He came home on Friday, and the kids and I always love picking him up from the airport.  Well, because it's just the way it goes sometimes, the kids and I were in the car over 2 hours waiting for him.  Phillip will text me when he leaves DFW and I know it takes usually 45 minutes to an hour for him to arrive in  Waco.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time I already had the kids in the car.  I get a text from Phillip that says flight delayed 15 minutes.  I thought we are still driving no big deal.  Well, the flight ended up being delayed again and then again.  So, we went and got a drink at McDonalds and drove around the airport.  It was not too bad because Lilly slept through it, thankfully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a happy reunion because we all missed Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-5710241782604735011?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5710241782604735011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=5710241782604735011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/5710241782604735011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/5710241782604735011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/08/dads-back.html' title='Dad&apos;s back'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-7968283212142025926</id><published>2010-07-25T13:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:57:22.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEyYdNeMvLI/AAAAAAAABcc/0nYFH_-i8Bk/s1600/IMG_6884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEyYdNeMvLI/AAAAAAAABcc/0nYFH_-i8Bk/s320/IMG_6884.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497936872712486066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEyYcvBk2VI/AAAAAAAABcU/pcUNxqNukhQ/s1600/IMG_6883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEyYcvBk2VI/AAAAAAAABcU/pcUNxqNukhQ/s320/IMG_6883.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497936864539367762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEyYcJhtjrI/AAAAAAAABcM/-SKhBkqAAnw/s1600/IMG_6908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEyYcJhtjrI/AAAAAAAABcM/-SKhBkqAAnw/s320/IMG_6908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497936854473608882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-7968283212142025926?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7968283212142025926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=7968283212142025926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/7968283212142025926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/7968283212142025926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/07/silly-pictures.html' title='Silly Pictures'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEyYdNeMvLI/AAAAAAAABcc/0nYFH_-i8Bk/s72-c/IMG_6884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-1027802129608513307</id><published>2010-07-20T17:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T13:55:21.186-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><title type='text'>Lil' Lily at 2 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEyWI40cRkI/AAAAAAAABcE/Ob51SoDVVDs/s1600/IMG_6915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEyWI40cRkI/AAAAAAAABcE/Ob51SoDVVDs/s320/IMG_6915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497934324547995202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Lily is 2 months.  I just want to remember every cute thing about her at this stage.  I am sure I'll forget somethings as time passes, but I'll try to write about as many as I can think of.  Lily makes me smile every time I look at her.  It doesn't even matter if she's crying.  She makes me happy.  She has started to coo and has been smiling for a couple of weeks.  Lily is loved by her big brother, Preston and big sister, Riley.  They both give her tons of kisses and hugs daily.  Lily has been know to break up a sibling fight just by being in the room.  Preston and Riley will get side tracked about what they are fighting about because they see Lily.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily loves her baby swing and so do I.  Her hair seems to be brown, but lighter than Preston's and Riley's.  Her eyes are dark blue right now.  Lily has really long arms and legs.  We all love her dearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-1027802129608513307?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1027802129608513307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=1027802129608513307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/1027802129608513307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/1027802129608513307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/07/lil-lily-at-2-months.html' title='Lil&apos; Lily at 2 Months'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEyWI40cRkI/AAAAAAAABcE/Ob51SoDVVDs/s72-c/IMG_6915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-3392932324604959375</id><published>2010-07-18T14:56:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T15:16:24.972-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>Railroad Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TENtJkjs7dI/AAAAAAAABb8/QKKmoHXi63c/s1600/IMG_6886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TENtJkjs7dI/AAAAAAAABb8/QKKmoHXi63c/s320/IMG_6886.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495355981521808850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last Friday we went to the Railroad Museum in Temple, TX.  The kids were really excited because they got to watch a short movie in the van on the way.  It was a fun little outing on a rainy day.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TENtJKluecI/AAAAAAAABb0/CGeiIFo0H4w/s320/IMG_6894.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495355974550976962" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-3392932324604959375?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3392932324604959375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=3392932324604959375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/3392932324604959375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/3392932324604959375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/07/railroad-museum.html' title='Railroad Museum'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TENtJkjs7dI/AAAAAAAABb8/QKKmoHXi63c/s72-c/IMG_6886.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-5415385582933110581</id><published>2010-07-08T20:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T17:38:44.526-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>4th of July Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Along with Lily's blessing, there were other things going on this weekend.  My dad's birthday was Friday so we celebrated on Saturday night.  I made a brisket and strawberry shortcake.  Sheila, Debbie, and my mom all brought a side.  It was all very yummy and fun to celebrate the best dad in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TDaHzlnRvHI/AAAAAAAABbs/o6fcQF7X2oo/s320/IMG_6873.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491726115964828786" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TDaHyyGbRwI/AAAAAAAABbk/7Ziu00rZtMs/s320/IMG_6878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491726102136833794" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Riley, Merritt, Preston holding Madeleine, Evy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About the strawberry shortcake.  I was telling Preston what I was making and he said, "That's kinda babyish."  He thought I was making a real strawberry shortcake (the doll) for Grandpa.  Too funny.  I thought I would make the angel food cake.  Well, it's obviously too hard for me.  I tried 2 times and something went wrong with both cakes.  They both tasted fine, but didn't look too pretty.  I guess that's why I always buy them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-5415385582933110581?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5415385582933110581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=5415385582933110581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/5415385582933110581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/5415385582933110581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july-weekend.html' title='4th of July Weekend'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TDaHzlnRvHI/AAAAAAAABbs/o6fcQF7X2oo/s72-c/IMG_6873.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4281652648604512231.post-4467649307421086799</id><published>2010-07-04T16:34:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:13:33.247-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><title type='text'>Lily's Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TDZ_Gs7XNTI/AAAAAAAABbc/pxOgEqXi78o/s1600/IMG_6866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TDZ_Gs7XNTI/AAAAAAAABbc/pxOgEqXi78o/s320/IMG_6866.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491716548740986162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today Lily was blessed at church.  Mimaw, Grandpa, The Sjolseth Family, the Petersen Family, and Grandma Mac (Donna McCune) all joined us.  My family arrived yesterday and we couldn't help but celebrate Grandpa's birthday (more on that later).  It's never fun getting the kids ready for 9 am church service by myself, but it creates more stress when Lily has a starring role and can't be late.  I was so happy to see my parents on my front door step at 8 am this morning.  They were just going to meet us at church, but I'm sure heard Lily crying nonstop at their hotel room plus my parents rock.  Mimaw and Grandpa stepped in and helped me get everyone ready and packed up in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TDZ_GCOEuaI/AAAAAAAABbU/-y_LMrw4pdk/s320/IMG_6859.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491716537276742050" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are somethings I remember from her baby blessing given by her daddy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily was blessed the she would grow up strong, loving, and have a kind heart like her mother.  She would make a difference in the world and change the hearts of people around her.  Lily would receive a strong education, marry in the Temple and raise a family.  She would have a strong desire to learn the gospel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TDZ_FRNBZUI/AAAAAAAABbM/m7lXJvokfVA/s320/IMG_6863_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491716524118992194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a blessing to have my family there.  I always love it when they visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Phillip would help me get the kids ready for church, but had meetings to go to.  In fact, I can't remember a time that he hasn't had to be at a church meeting.  So, I am pretty use to getting the kids ready, but a newborn makes it a little more challenging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4281652648604512231-4467649307421086799?l=moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4467649307421086799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4281652648604512231&amp;postID=4467649307421086799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/4467649307421086799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4281652648604512231/posts/default/4467649307421086799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-fun-stories.blogspot.com/2010/07/lilys-blessing.html' title='Lily&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Moore Fun Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03056730150958441333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TEz_EDZf81I/AAAAAAAABck/P01um2vyUug/S220/IMG_6726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYXDRfHILRE/TDZ_Gs7XNTI/AAAAAAAABbc/pxOgEqXi78o/s72-c/IMG_6866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
