<?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-8789126193959056991</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:50:16.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Moore" the Merrier</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942265838001199280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789126193959056991.post-1577846980643529311</id><published>2009-12-31T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:14:58.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Mr. B!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421618700564113698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/Sz11e7K9KSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/AyzWuRf51nc/s320/Moore+(154).jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/Sz11eaK289I/AAAAAAAAAJY/0LEproxe69Y/s1600-h/Moore+(209).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421618691705336786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/Sz11eaK289I/AAAAAAAAAJY/0LEproxe69Y/s320/Moore+(209).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photos taken by Leisha Kelsey Photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday Bryson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My cute boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday I said, "I can't believe my baby is going to be turning 4 years old tomorrow." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bryson quickly responded by saying, "I'm not a baby!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It made me laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a little sad at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's not a baby. At least not to anyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But as any mom will attest, he'll always be my baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy New Year's Eve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10 years ago tonight, Scott and I were with some friends celebrating New Year's Eve. After several years of trying, we still didn't have any children. The toast that night went something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"To baby 2000! Yes, to baby 2000!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That phrase became a kind of mantra to me. Any time I felt sad or discouraged I would think, "baby 2000." It was in June of 2000 that Gracie was born. It was the most wonderful event, ever. The absolute answer to so many, countless really, prayers. And now, 10 years later, Heavenly Father has blessed us with the family I wondered if we would ever have. We are so truly blessed. I am so thankful for the plan Heavenly Father had in store for us. At the time, I didn't understand how wonderful, how perfect for us, it would be. I am grateful He sustained us through those difficult times and I feel so much gratitude for all the tremendous blessings He has poured out upon us since then. "Baby 2000" is still a mantra to me. It reminds me to have hope and faith in the future. It reminds me that Heavenly Father is aware of me and that He loves me. It reminds me how blessed I am. &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/8789126193959056991-1577846980643529311?l=scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/feeds/1577846980643529311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789126193959056991&amp;postID=1577846980643529311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/1577846980643529311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/1577846980643529311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-mr-b.html' title='Happy Birthday, Mr. B!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942265838001199280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/Sz11e7K9KSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/AyzWuRf51nc/s72-c/Moore+(154).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789126193959056991.post-8398856205880846863</id><published>2009-12-31T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:13:45.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/Sz0TRB_h-fI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ukj_mwDS-xA/s1600-h/IMG_7999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421510709737552370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/Sz0TRB_h-fI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ukj_mwDS-xA/s320/IMG_7999.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/Sz0TQ_bA9DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QEpNH3dXGq0/s1600-h/IMG_8013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421510709047522354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/Sz0TQ_bA9DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QEpNH3dXGq0/s320/IMG_8013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/Sz0S09ABLgI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Z1kxHp-1ZCk/s1600-h/IMG_8005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421510227361082882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/Sz0S09ABLgI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Z1kxHp-1ZCk/s320/IMG_8005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/Sz0S0ZBiUzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/LAWDjhFl5Fg/s1600-h/IMG_8002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421510217703772978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/Sz0S0ZBiUzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/LAWDjhFl5Fg/s320/IMG_8002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/Sz0S0LdTsAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OZNMslLL4XE/s1600-h/IMG_8000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421510214062157826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/Sz0S0LdTsAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OZNMslLL4XE/s320/IMG_8000.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/Sz0Szg3wCSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MzCiZXe6uWw/s1600-h/IMG_7992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421510202630342946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/Sz0Szg3wCSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MzCiZXe6uWw/s320/IMG_7992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/Sz0SzXnI9rI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kq-OU0ZJlxE/s1600-h/IMG_7985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421510200144754354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/Sz0SzXnI9rI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kq-OU0ZJlxE/s320/IMG_7985.JPG" /&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;div align="center"&gt;December 30, 2009 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today was a lot of fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must admit, when I think of getting 4 kids in snow clothes, boots, mittens...you know the drill...it makes me want to reconsider. But we told the kids we were going sledding and once you make a declaration like that to 4 kids there's no turning back! I'm so glad we went. Although we were there for just over an hour, we had a blast together. It makes my heart so happy to see my kids with such huge, genuine smiles on their faces. Racing down a hill on a sled with my kiddos made me laugh harder than I have in a long time. We only had one wipeout with minimal consequences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It was a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; days like this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789126193959056991-8398856205880846863?l=scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/feeds/8398856205880846863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789126193959056991&amp;postID=8398856205880846863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/8398856205880846863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/8398856205880846863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-30-2009-today-was-lot-of-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942265838001199280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/Sz0TRB_h-fI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ukj_mwDS-xA/s72-c/IMG_7999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789126193959056991.post-8143780706296939877</id><published>2009-12-26T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T19:09:08.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'm really going to try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, I mean really.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have not been good at keeping my blog, but I've recommitted to doing it better.  It's so funny how so many days have the same routines in them.  Like school, homework, dinner, reading, bath time, bed time.  Day after day without much deviation.  It's hard to see the time passing or things changing while I'm in the middle of those days.  Then I'll see a picture of us, or bump into a friend who hasn't seen us for a while, and it becomes all too clear how fast time is going by.  Today I cleaned out the boy's drawers to make room for the new clothes they got for Christmas.  I ended up with a HUGE bag full of clothes that were too small, even for Bryson.  If I let myself think about it I can get a little emotional.  It's a reminder to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; (Or something like that.  I think that's close!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I've been thinking about beginning a new year and some things that I'd like to do better.  Keeping a record of our family and my feelings is one of them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  This time I'm really going to try harder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I really mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789126193959056991-8143780706296939877?l=scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/feeds/8143780706296939877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789126193959056991&amp;postID=8143780706296939877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/8143780706296939877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/8143780706296939877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-im-really-going-to-try.html' title=''/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942265838001199280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789126193959056991.post-7339369492637663425</id><published>2009-01-25T19:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:54:06.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowmobiling in January!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SX0ziHrZJgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/BAaenEm1VoA/s1600-h/IMG_7467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295445398127191554" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SX0yNE5TQzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WT8R8_b71BQ/s320/IMG_7452.JPG" border="0" /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SX0yM6ObHmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PaQc286Us18/s1600-h/IMG_7445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295443934227144290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SX0yM6ObHmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PaQc286Us18/s320/IMG_7445.JPG" border="0" /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SX0yMokEyfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KMAO9ZuVS9A/s1600-h/IMG_7444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295443929486117362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SX0yMokEyfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KMAO9ZuVS9A/s320/IMG_7444.JPG" border="0" /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SX0yMp4Rk_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/c90Z0neSbIQ/s1600-h/IMG_7425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295443929839277042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SX0yMp4Rk_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/c90Z0neSbIQ/s320/IMG_7425.JPG" border="0" /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SX0yMa-hY_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aUGtWnEAFGY/s1600-h/IMG_7424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295443925838947314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SX0yMa-hY_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aUGtWnEAFGY/s320/IMG_7424.JPG" border="0" /&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;div&gt;Wow! January has gone by in a blurr! (Well, mostly!) The kids have been off-track since Christmas, so they've been out of school for 5 weeks. They start back on Wednesday. The past couple of weeks have been hard to keep them busy. To break things up a bit, we went to Idaho to my parents cabin. It was so beautiful. There was nobody around, and the snowmobiling was wonderful. It was the first time that all the kiddos were old enough to ride with us, and we had a great time. We even pulled a sled behind the snowmobile, and the kids loved that, too! We're so blessed to have such a wonderful place to go as a family and have such fun! Thanks mom and dad! This week we built a snowman and made sugar cookies. They are a lot of work! (Even with, I mean ESPECIALLY with, 4 helpers! But they sure taste great! Looking forward to a couple more lazy days, then back to our regular routine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789126193959056991-7339369492637663425?l=scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/feeds/7339369492637663425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789126193959056991&amp;postID=7339369492637663425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/7339369492637663425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/7339369492637663425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/2009/01/snowmobiling-in-january.html' title='Snowmobiling in January!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942265838001199280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SX0ziHrZJgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/BAaenEm1VoA/s72-c/IMG_7467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789126193959056991.post-3466480808042718577</id><published>2008-12-27T08:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T08:50:08.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and Happy Scrapping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SVZchCzGfBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4saIvxCfkXg/s1600-h/Layout-1-WIP-finished-web-f.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284512935522499602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SVZchCzGfBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4saIvxCfkXg/s320/Layout-1-WIP-finished-web-f.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas in our home was a fun and happy day. Everybody seemed happy with the gifts they received (even the clothes!). We got around 12-18 inches of snow and with the wind blowing as hard as it was, there were places we had to shovel with over 2 feet of snow! Thank goodness for our kind neighbors with snow blowers and four wheelers with plows. They definitely help us out all winter. We are so lucky. Scott and I got a laptop with photoshop elements and I have been happily learning all kinds of new skills to begin scrapbooking in digital. Part of my first assignment is to upload my first digital page to the web, so here it is. I'm quite proud of myself and very excited to be learning something new. It's a little addicting! I'm going to have to pace myself so that things continue to happen around the house, like laundry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789126193959056991-3466480808042718577?l=scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/feeds/3466480808042718577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789126193959056991&amp;postID=3466480808042718577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/3466480808042718577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/3466480808042718577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-scrapping.html' title='Merry Christmas and Happy Scrapping!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942265838001199280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SVZchCzGfBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4saIvxCfkXg/s72-c/Layout-1-WIP-finished-web-f.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789126193959056991.post-8400484909376923657</id><published>2008-06-23T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:19:59.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh What Do You Do in the Summertime?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SGBnufeNUII/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ry1deJPYrI4/s1600-h/IMG_7131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215282416914878594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SGBnufeNUII/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ry1deJPYrI4/s320/IMG_7131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh what do you do in the summertime, when all the world is . . . HOT! Hot, Hot, Hot! This summer more than ever before, the kids have loved being outside in the backyard with any kind of water toy they can get their hands on. Sprinklers, slip n slides, balls ... you name it, they love it. Popsicles must be included, of course! If I'm being honest, I have also loved this spring and summer, actually having a backyard to enjoy. I just don't find myself dripping wet as often as the kids do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789126193959056991-8400484909376923657?l=scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/feeds/8400484909376923657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789126193959056991&amp;postID=8400484909376923657' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/8400484909376923657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/8400484909376923657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-what-do-you-do-in-summertime.html' title='Oh What Do You Do in the Summertime?'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942265838001199280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SGBnufeNUII/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ry1deJPYrI4/s72-c/IMG_7131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789126193959056991.post-1837665020696552557</id><published>2008-06-05T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:51:07.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Graduate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SEiX2rLmZ6I/AAAAAAAAADw/_wR8L8uc2Mw/s1600-h/IMG_7108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208579934614087586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SEiX2rLmZ6I/AAAAAAAAADw/_wR8L8uc2Mw/s320/IMG_7108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday night Garrett graduated... from preschool, that is! He turned 5 years old last month and now he's a preschool graduate! WOW! All he can talk about is when Kindergarten is going to start! He is so happy and excited to go. I'm working up to it. I'm a little nervous about having him ride the school bus and get to his class by himself. I'm nervous to have him out of my care every day. I'm kind of sad that my time with him at home with me is quickly coming to an end. On the other hand, I'm very excited for him to make new friends. I'm happy for him to gain some more independence. I'm grateful that he won't be bored and that he will continue to learn new things every day. I'm so appreciative of his cute preschool teacher, Miss Wendi, who made school so much fun. Garrett loves her and always felt so happy and safe when he was with her. She has made school such a fun experience and is largely responsible for Garrett's excitement and positive feelings about school next year! Thanks, Miss Wendi! What would we do without you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789126193959056991-1837665020696552557?l=scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/feeds/1837665020696552557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789126193959056991&amp;postID=1837665020696552557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/1837665020696552557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/1837665020696552557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/2008/06/graduate.html' title='The Graduate!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942265838001199280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SEiX2rLmZ6I/AAAAAAAAADw/_wR8L8uc2Mw/s72-c/IMG_7108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789126193959056991.post-8874916425716086201</id><published>2008-06-05T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:41:08.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight is Great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SEiVZuiJ8qI/AAAAAAAAADg/34JSJWmxNz0/s1600-h/IMG_7102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208577238274536098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SEiVZuiJ8qI/AAAAAAAAADg/34JSJWmxNz0/s200/IMG_7102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SEiVaGjcQ8I/AAAAAAAAADo/4jA6LmEey6A/s1600-h/IMG_7103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208577244722381762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SEiVaGjcQ8I/AAAAAAAAADo/4jA6LmEey6A/s200/IMG_7103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SEiVCaKGmBI/AAAAAAAAADY/XUlvtjPoj2E/s1600-h/IMG_7092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208576837667952658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SEiVCaKGmBI/AAAAAAAAADY/XUlvtjPoj2E/s200/IMG_7092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to believe that my little girl turned 8 years old this weekend! What a big day. I can remember like it was yesterday holding her in my arms for the first time and what the first few sleepless nights were like. I can't believe that was 8 years ago! Then I look at the 3 cute little boys I have and it gives perspective to me. I can see exactly how much has happened in the past 8 years! It's hard for me to accept the truth ...that I'm growing older right along with them. Grace had a party with her friends and with the Moore's and Smith's - it was a Very Busy weekend! We are so grateful to be so close to all of them. It's always fun to gather with cousins, aunts and uncles. We have been so blessed! For Grace's birthday, I wanted to list 8 of the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MANY&lt;/span&gt; reasons I love her so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. She has the cutest, most contagious giggle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. She is an excellent student- Straight A's (let's hope it stays that way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. She is the BEST big sister and a Huge help to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. She likes to read her scriptures and tries to do what's right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. She likes to do crafts, just like I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. She loves to help out in the kitchen with any baking, cooking, or cleaning I'll let her help with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. She loves to play games and is very patient with the boys while we all play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. She reminds us to have FHE each week and even helps out with the lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am one lucky mom to have such a TERRIFIC daughter. I am so proud of her! I love you my sweet Gracie girl!&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/8789126193959056991-8874916425716086201?l=scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/feeds/8874916425716086201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789126193959056991&amp;postID=8874916425716086201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/8874916425716086201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/8874916425716086201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/2008/06/eight-is-great.html' title='Eight is Great!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942265838001199280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SEiVZuiJ8qI/AAAAAAAAADg/34JSJWmxNz0/s72-c/IMG_7102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789126193959056991.post-2812400420590068788</id><published>2008-06-04T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T18:08:04.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>View from my Kitchen Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SEc6raP6CTI/AAAAAAAAADA/LKwj_WcRlZ0/s1600-h/IMG_7051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208196011532093746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SEc6raP6CTI/AAAAAAAAADA/LKwj_WcRlZ0/s200/IMG_7051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SEc6rqjbg6I/AAAAAAAAADI/4ew4Yx0IdRg/s1600-h/IMG_7064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208196015908946850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SEc6rqjbg6I/AAAAAAAAADI/4ew4Yx0IdRg/s200/IMG_7064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SEc6rx94ZYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/g0sHWWqT2DQ/s1600-h/IMG_7053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208196017898939778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SEc6rx94ZYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/g0sHWWqT2DQ/s200/IMG_7053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every now and then things get quiet. There is no whining. There is no crying. There is no fighting. This is usually when I begin to worry and wonder where everybody is. This happened the other day. It was sunny outside, and as I looked out the kitchen window, I saw all three of my boys outside playing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NICELY&lt;/span&gt; together. The key word being &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NICELY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I stood at the window and watched as they took turns pushing each other on the swing, as they played pirate ship on a big rock, and raced around the backyard. It was great! They are such good friends, (Most of the time), and it was so nice to see them play. I won't kid you, it didn't last forever. In the blink of an eye one of them was crying, two were arguing over their weapon of choice, and it was back to noise as usual. But for that brief moment, I loved the view from my kitchen window.&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/8789126193959056991-2812400420590068788?l=scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/feeds/2812400420590068788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789126193959056991&amp;postID=2812400420590068788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/2812400420590068788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/2812400420590068788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/2008/06/view-from-my-kitchen-window.html' title='View from my Kitchen Window'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942265838001199280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SEc6raP6CTI/AAAAAAAAADA/LKwj_WcRlZ0/s72-c/IMG_7051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789126193959056991.post-2521734596483676381</id><published>2008-05-20T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T08:54:26.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kite Flying &amp; Cupcakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SDLz_IVnm-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/jpP-CddNpZc/s1600-h/IMG_6992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202488785461812194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SDLz_IVnm-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/jpP-CddNpZc/s200/IMG_6992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SDLzz4Vnm5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/xIfPknZOKTE/s1600-h/IMG_6985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202488592188283794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SDLzz4Vnm5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/xIfPknZOKTE/s200/IMG_6985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SDLz0YVnm6I/AAAAAAAAACY/Fn3eER-CyGs/s1600-h/IMG_6986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202488600778218402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SDLz0YVnm6I/AAAAAAAAACY/Fn3eER-CyGs/s200/IMG_6986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SDLz0oVnm7I/AAAAAAAAACg/Q9g017tSsMs/s1600-h/IMG_6987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202488605073185714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SDLz0oVnm7I/AAAAAAAAACg/Q9g017tSsMs/s200/IMG_6987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SDLz04Vnm8I/AAAAAAAAACo/C3v1-W8Hcp8/s1600-h/IMG_6988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202488609368153026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SDLz04Vnm8I/AAAAAAAAACo/C3v1-W8Hcp8/s200/IMG_6988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SDLz1IVnm9I/AAAAAAAAACw/sTOqfks1eXU/s1600-h/IMG_6990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202488613663120338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SDLz1IVnm9I/AAAAAAAAACw/sTOqfks1eXU/s200/IMG_6990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend we had one of those rare and wonderful Saturdays - the kind where there is nothing you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have&lt;/span&gt; to do, only things you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Want&lt;/span&gt; to do! It was great! It seems like things have been pretty busy lately, so it was nice to have Scott home all day. We worked in the yard, finishing up all the the little jobs we've been putting off for another time. It felt great to get them done. That evening we went to our nephew's birthday party at the park. We had a great time with our family. Rebekah always makes such wonderful meals - it's as good as any restaurant I know! The little kids love playing with their cousins and seeing their aunts, uncles, &amp;amp; grandparents! But let's be honest - is there anything in the world as good as a cupcake with LOADS of frosting? Top it off with a Scooby Doo Ring, and you've just made any kid's day! Our kids were in Heaven, and their faces showed just how great it was! We also flew kites. It was the perfect day and was so much fun. I can't even remember the last time I flew a kite, so it was fun for me, too! Everyone was able to get them up and flying -- what a great way to spend a Saturday night. It was so fun. Thanks Clint, Rebekah &amp;amp; the kids! We had a wonderful night!&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/8789126193959056991-2521734596483676381?l=scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/feeds/2521734596483676381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789126193959056991&amp;postID=2521734596483676381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/2521734596483676381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/2521734596483676381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/2008/05/kite-flying-cupcakes.html' title='Kite Flying &amp; Cupcakes!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942265838001199280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SDLz_IVnm-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/jpP-CddNpZc/s72-c/IMG_6992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789126193959056991.post-8735662744758698375</id><published>2008-05-15T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:59:29.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh...Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCz4GIVnm0I/AAAAAAAAABo/f8n03UdRw48/s1600-h/IMG_6977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200804453907143490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCz4GIVnm0I/AAAAAAAAABo/f8n03UdRw48/s200/IMG_6977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCz4GYVnm1I/AAAAAAAAABw/6GjyW53js8A/s1600-h/IMG_6978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200804458202110802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCz4GYVnm1I/AAAAAAAAABw/6GjyW53js8A/s200/IMG_6978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCz4GoVnm2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/1s-t7NcYats/s1600-h/IMG_6979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200804462497078114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCz4GoVnm2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/1s-t7NcYats/s200/IMG_6979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCz4HIVnm3I/AAAAAAAAACA/TLDOp5KXeJU/s1600-h/IMG_6983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200804471087012722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCz4HIVnm3I/AAAAAAAAACA/TLDOp5KXeJU/s200/IMG_6983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCz4HYVnm4I/AAAAAAAAACI/aZDhGoF2TQY/s1600-h/IMG_6980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200804475381980034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCz4HYVnm4I/AAAAAAAAACI/aZDhGoF2TQY/s200/IMG_6980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCz3e4VnmvI/AAAAAAAAABA/syOPSovxZE4/s1600-h/IMG_6971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200803779597277938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCz3e4VnmvI/AAAAAAAAABA/syOPSovxZE4/s200/IMG_6971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCz3fYVnmwI/AAAAAAAAABI/Gcx_oCRwxgI/s1600-h/IMG_6972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200803788187212546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCz3fYVnmwI/AAAAAAAAABI/Gcx_oCRwxgI/s200/IMG_6972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCz3foVnmxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HG3hsbZQjDs/s1600-h/IMG_6973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200803792482179858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCz3foVnmxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HG3hsbZQjDs/s200/IMG_6973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCz3f4VnmyI/AAAAAAAAABY/laQtgIA1ePk/s1600-h/IMG_6974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200803796777147170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCz3f4VnmyI/AAAAAAAAABY/laQtgIA1ePk/s200/IMG_6974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCz3gIVnmzI/AAAAAAAAABg/tQpCjJ425d8/s1600-h/IMG_6976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200803801072114482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCz3gIVnmzI/AAAAAAAAABg/tQpCjJ425d8/s200/IMG_6976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I must admit, I love Spring the most of any season. Fall is a close second, but there's just something wonderful about watching the snow melt, the grass turn green and see the first flowers of spring come from the ground. It always puts us in a good mood when we see the first daffodil or tulip pop through the ground. I love the smell of freshly mowed lawn, the scent of the blossoms in the trees and the sound of neighbors and kids out on walks for the first time in months! I love to chat in the front yard as they all walk by. I really love the rain! Maybe it's something from my childhood in Seattle, but I really love a good rainstorm. Now I don't proclaim to be one who loves yard work or knows all kinds of wonderful things about plants and trees, but I do enjoy having a pretty yard to spend time in. I do get quite a bit of satisfaction after working outside and pulling all the weeds, planting a garden, and watching the progress of all our plantings grow. It feels good to just stand back and look at all the progress we made. I like working outside with the kids, and they seem to like just having me out with them. Last spring and summer we were just putting in the backyard, so this is the first spring that we've had a yard here in our new home. I love it! It feels so great. The kids like to be outside and I love being able to let them out and not worry about them. Here are some pictures from the trees and flowers in our yard, blooming for the first time. I really love spring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789126193959056991-8735662744758698375?l=scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/feeds/8735662744758698375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789126193959056991&amp;postID=8735662744758698375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/8735662744758698375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/8735662744758698375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/2008/05/ahhhspring.html' title='Ahhh...Spring!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942265838001199280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCz4GIVnm0I/AAAAAAAAABo/f8n03UdRw48/s72-c/IMG_6977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789126193959056991.post-3472744423725832403</id><published>2008-05-11T16:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T17:11:28.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Batter Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCeLCIVnmuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RjV0q_JcaQg/s1600-h/IMG_6968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199277163536685794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCeLCIVnmuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RjV0q_JcaQg/s200/IMG_6968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCeK3YVnmtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FBnUhNKTaeY/s1600-h/IMG_6964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199276978853092050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCeK3YVnmtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FBnUhNKTaeY/s200/IMG_6964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So both Grace and Garrett have been playing tee ball this spring. They have had such a great time. Both of them like to bat, but Grace likes to play in the field, too! After every game she tells us how many balls she fielded and what they were like. She has really loved playing and something she wants to continue. It has been fun to see so many people at the ball park, too. We've bumped into people from our ward, our extended family, and even people we worked with 10+ years ago. It's been great to catch up with people. I will admit, however, watching 4 kids at a huge park filled with hundreds of people has it's challenges, too. Keeping Mitchell and Bryson occupied for 2 hours is one of the biggest! By the time we head home, everybody's exhausted, but happy to have been outside playing. I love spring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789126193959056991-3472744423725832403?l=scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/feeds/3472744423725832403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789126193959056991&amp;postID=3472744423725832403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/3472744423725832403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/3472744423725832403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/2008/05/batter-up.html' title='Batter Up!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942265838001199280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SCeLCIVnmuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RjV0q_JcaQg/s72-c/IMG_6968.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789126193959056991.post-1332182858389777195</id><published>2008-05-04T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:24:13.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SB55LWyV_zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0WHGnB-uwOE/s1600-h/IMG_6916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196724256034389810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SB55LWyV_zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0WHGnB-uwOE/s320/IMG_6916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SB54VWyV_yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/49Oyuy-2dzk/s1600-h/IMG_6960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196723328321453858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SB54VWyV_yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/49Oyuy-2dzk/s320/IMG_6960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I was thinking about my little family before we went to church today. I had to teach RS about Righteous Traditions, so I had been thinking about our kids and family all week. Yesterday all the kids got new haircuts and look so handsome &amp;amp; cute. After they were dressed and ready for church I stopped and just looked at them. In between the melt downs, the runny noses, the spilled cereal and all the commotion, I got this tiny peak at the amazing potential they each have. They are each so different, so unique. I wonder what they will be like as they get older. I wonder what each of them will become. One thing I know for certain is that they are very special. (I know, spoken just like a mom!) I know they have many things to accomplish and much good to do while they are here on Earth. I hope that Scott and I can create righteous traditions in our family so they can gain testimonies of their own and do all they have been saved for this time to accomplish. It's very humbling to think of the responsibility we have to teach and train and love them. I am so grateful that I have this opportunity. When my kids found me today after church, and I saw their happy, smiling faces, their untucked shirts, and tried to focus as they all shouted at once all about what they learned in Primary, I just had to think to myself, "Lucky Me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789126193959056991-1332182858389777195?l=scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/feeds/1332182858389777195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789126193959056991&amp;postID=1332182858389777195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/1332182858389777195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789126193959056991/posts/default/1332182858389777195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottandhollyplus4.blogspot.com/2008/05/lucky-me.html' title='Lucky Me!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942265838001199280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2DKCYy6BJNY/SB55LWyV_zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0WHGnB-uwOE/s72-c/IMG_6916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
